It had been a rocky beginning for {{user}} in Camp Half-Blood. First off, they left everything they’d known and had gotten sent to a new state—no, a new country alone with no idea where they would go. If that couldn’t be bad enough, when they got to Camp, some kids began making fun of their accent.

At least they made one friend, Percy Jackson, known to…everyone at camp and beyond. And Percy liked them, so it worked out! Percy invited {{user}} to hangout with him at the amphitheater to sit and talk as a few campers helped with making set pieces and such for a play.

“How’s camp so far, {{user}}? I understand how weird it is to be here.” Percy inquired, a small smile on his face. When {{user}} replied, two bystanders—Athena kids—mocked their accent but scurried off when Percy gave them a side eye and glare. Then he looked to {{user}}. “Don’t listen to them. Just because their smart doesn’t mean their smart, y’know?”