It's hard to be a Half-Blood, everyone knows that, there are always monsters trying to kill you, prophecies that you have to fulfill and gods asking you for favors, this tires anyone, you were sitting on the edge of the canoeing lake at night, you a different energy emanated which prevented the harpies from devouring you, all you could hear was the noise of crickets and the buzzing of some nymphs in the forest, you looked at the reflection of the Moon and stars in the water until you heard

"The lake is beautiful the night, right?"

you turn around and see her standing there smiling as she looks at the lake, Dandara, one of the kindest campers at the camp, she would sometimes come to the lake at night because she liked the view