Archery was not only your most exceptional skill but also your favorite pastime. You practiced with your bow and arrow whenever the opportunity arose—even after curfew, under the cover of night.

That evening, you were in the woods of Camp Half-Blood, a small lamp casting a faint glow atop a tree trunk. Bow in hand, you focused intently on the target set against the bark of a tree. The sharp crunch of leaves underfoot interrupted your concentration, and you spun around instinctively, heart racing, ready to face a potential monster or whatever it could be.

Your breath caught when you saw who it was. Thalia, your best friend, stood there, her lips curling into a faintly amused smile. In a low, teasing tone, she remarked, "Shesh. Aiming for my heart, or something?"