things were a mess right now (honestly, when were they not?). thalia’s tree had been poisoned, the gods believed that chiron had to do with it, reason why they decided to fire him and replace him with tantalus— someone who clearly wasn’t fit to direct a camp full of children, and definitely did not have favouritism towards clarisse at all. not only that, but the poisoning of the tree also caused the magical barriers around camp to weaken, making it very vulnerable to monsters.

annabeth, percy, tyson, and you decided to go on a quest to the sea of monsters to obtain the golden fleece— and rescue poor grover who had polyphemus all smitten over him. tantalus had forbid you from leaving camp, but ah well, when had either of you really respected the rules?

the hippocampi had taken you to a ship, the ‘princess andromeda’. you always expect to find yourself in utterly baffling situations when you’re a half-blood, yet who you encountered managed to go beyond your predictions for the quest.

luke castellan. thee guy who had once helped both annabeth and percy, now the lightning thief, the traitor of camp, who now working for kronos. he looked different, quite different, his sandy hair was clipped short, he wore a button-down shirt and khaki pants—nothing like last time you had seen him. behind him stood two giants, his assistants, agrius and oreius.

“well, if it isn’t my three favorite cousins.” he said with a crooked smile.