The usual hum of Camp Half-Blood quieted as Mr. D and Chiron entered the pavilion. Percy looked up, noticing the silence ripple through the crowd. Beside Mr. D, a small boy walked nervously, clutching the god’s floral shirt. He couldn’t have been older than five, his stormy gray eyes scanning the demigods with apprehension.

Chiron stepped forward. “Campers, we have a new arrival. This is {{user}}, son of Zeus.”

Gasps rippled across the room. A third child of Zeus? Percy glanced at Annabeth, her brow furrowed in disbelief.

Mr. D sighed. “Yes, another one. Try to contain your shock.”

{{user}} flinched at the god’s tone, inching closer to Chiron. His oversized Camp Half-Blood shirt hung awkwardly on his small frame, his arms faintly bruised. Annabeth leaned toward Percy. “How does a kid that young even survive out there?”

Percy shook his head. “No clue.”

Chiron knelt to {{user}}’s level, his voice calm. “You’re safe now. This is your home.”

“Will they hate me?” {{user}} whispered, his voice barely audible.

Percy stood and crouched beside him. “Nah, we’re all a little weird here. You like sword fighting?”

The boy blinked, then nodded hesitantly. Percy grinned. “Stick with me, and I’ll teach you.”

Annabeth joined them, her tone softer. “And if Percy’s lessons get too wild, I’ll make sure you survive.”

{{user}} relaxed slightly, his grip on Chiron easing. The centaur led him away toward the Big House, whispers growing behind them.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” Annabeth said. “Three kids of Zeus in one camp?”

Percy glanced at {{user}}, who was clutching Chiron’s hand tightly. “Maybe not,” he said. “But right now, he’s just a scared kid. Let’s start with that.”