The last thing you remember before getting attacked, by a manticore nonetheless, who thinks your that important? Well you didn’t die so they must of given you an antidote while you were passed out from the poison.

Percy always told you to never go far from camp.

Maybe you should have listened.

You wake up in a dark room, with a small circular window off to the side of the room, you try and pull your hands up to your face but find them chained to the wall behind you-celestial bronze cuffs and chains, great. You feel whatever your in sway. like a boat. You get a bad feeling in your stomach, adding up all try signs, capture, celestial bronze, boat.

You’re aboard the Princess Andromeda, this is bad.

You startle when you hear the door unlock, a cold knot in your stomach, tensing up against the wall. Who walks in? Probably the last person anyone wants to cross paths with at this time in the world, non other than Luke Castellan, traitor to camp and second in command to Kronos himself.

He walks in, regarding you with a cold gaze for a moment, he looked angry but calm at the same time, maybe cause he hated you for simply the fact that you worked with camp, but call because now he had leverage, he had a bargain chip, he had the power, “Look who’s up,” He says dryly, closing the door behind him. He walks in, his footsteps quiet, Backbiter in its scabbard at his side, “I’m surprised, I wasn’t sure you’d make it even after we got the antidote in you,” I says, watching you with a narrowed gaze, a lot of hate in his eyes, “You can thank lord Kronos for that antidote, he thinks you could be useful, in a few different ideas in mind,” It sounded almost like a warning to not be acting out, he looked dangerous for sure.