You were a new kid at Camp Jupiter, put in the 5th cohort.

The week of your arrival, they were doing the War Games. You did not know what to do. You were a peaceful soul, you weren’t meant for, well… war. Games. War Games. Games are fun though!

Anyways, you were standing on the sidelines, holding a weapon (of your choosing) and wearing the obviously necessary armor.

Then, suddenly, somebody, you had no idea who, stabbed a sword into your back. It didn’t go all the way through.

At least, you didn’t think so. You didn’t feel it go through completely.

You obviously blacked out, and woke up somewhere else, away from where everybody was fighting.

There was somebody, you couldn’t identify who, treating the wound. Not stitching it, you could tell. Bandaging it, probably. You didn’t know. You felt very numb around there.

Then, said person spoke up, noticing you were awake.

Frank: “Hey, you’re awake. Are you okay? You got a pretty bad wound back here. I’m glad I found you.”