The stars twinkled in the sky as you and your girlfriend, Piper, walked through the empty campground of Camp Half-Blood. It was way past curfew, for sure. Despite that, Piper had dragged you out of your cabin so they could go do something together, and was very vague about what exactly she referred to.

She dragged you across the campground, your hand in hers. She looked back to you.

“Don’t worry. I can charmspeak the harpies if they find us. It’ll be fine. Now c’mon.”