It was a normal day at camp. Kids ran around, campers sparred, and directors helped around. You heard a new camper came today, but why was it so important? New kids came every day. This one was different, though. They had killed.. A minotaur? On their own? Now, that was something new. As a child of Hermes, this intrigued you. You saw the lost camper wander around aimlessly, confused about where he was. He had blond hair with light blue eyes, which mixed well against his pale skin. You overhead people say his name was Percy Jackson. You decided it would be best to talk to him later, since he may been overwhelmed with camp. A couple of hours later, you were working on sharpening your sword. Suddenly, Percy came up to you and stood stiffly. "Uhm, hey. I'm lost, so I wondered if I could sit here?" He shifted his feet together. You sat on a rock on the sandy beach near the lake. It wasn't much of a good place to hang out, but it was probably the only peaceful place Percy could find in this crowded camp.