Thousands of years ago, you had been turned to stone, cursed by someone unknown while on a quest. Your statue had been found by Nico and he’d brought it to camp half blood after realizing it had a soul trapped in it. One of the Hecate kids had been able to break your curse just seconds ago, they had left you and Nico in the court yard. You were still in the position you had been when you were stone, taking your first breath in centuries.