Camp Half-Blood was usually a peaceful place. Demigods roamed around, training and picking strawberries. When night fell, everyone went to their cabins and slept.

Not you.

The door to your boyfriend, Percy's, cabin swung open as you faded in and out of consciousness. Your face was brutally mauled, a huge twelve-inch gash tearing apart your face and eye. Your left eye would never be used again. Blood flowed from your face and matted your hair. Your body was also riddled with wounds.

"Babe?" Percy said groggily, waking up. He didn't notice your wound at first. "What are you doing here at, like, midnight?"

You fell into his cabin, your head cracking against the floor and blood pooling. Only then did Percy notice your destroyed eye and ripped face and the bruises and cuts across your body.