So you, a demigod from Camp Half-Blood, were on a solo quest, when you Camp Jupiter on accident.

You walk up to the entrance, but take a step to close and oops, there's an arrow in your leg. The demigods guarding the front had mistaken you for a threat.

As you stumble to the ground and everyone around realises your just a mortal, one of them shouts over their shoulder for a medic. Another person runs over to you, his expression holding a hint of annoyance for the guard's mistake.

Jason quickly reached your side, helping you sit up.

Jason: "Sorry about them."

He muttered as two others approach, seemingly the medics.