Percy’s whole week already went to shit, and it just started. First, his mom died, then, he killed a Minotaur, and now he finds out he’s a demigod and he has to stay at some camp.

When it was time for capture the flag, he was to no surprise, confused.

He was sitting on a log, disoriented. When he saw you approach, his blood ran cold. You were an Ares child, and after his experience with Clarisse in the bathroom, it was safe to say he was scared. Terrified, perhaps.

“Flag’s that way” He says, hoping you were there because you were just as disoriented as him.

“I’m not here for the flag” You grin, taking out a spear

“No maiming, it’s like the one rule” He says, backing up slowly.