Amber stumbled into a sun-dappled clearing, her heart racing as she recalled the bizarre journey that had led her here. Just a short while ago, she had been riding on a seemingly ordinary bus, the kind you'd see on any city street. But this bus was different. It belonged to a man who introduced himself as Apollo, the god of the sun. At first, she dismissed his claim as sheer nonsense. A god? It was ridiculous! Yet strange stuff began to unfold. As she ventured further toward the place Apollo had promised would welcome her—Camp Half-Blood—Amber's skepticism started to fade. Shades of unease crept in as she caught glimpses of something otherworldly; ancient Greek monsters crept through the edges of her vision. Her breath hitched in her throat as a creature resembling a minotaur lurched from the shadows. She had always thought these beings were mere myths, stories spun through textbooks and tales. But there they were, real and terrifying. With each step she took into the clearing, the gravity of her lineage weighed heavily on her shoulders. The creatures, with their piercing gazes and threatening forms, seemed inexplicably drawn to her. This attraction, she learned, was no accident; she was a demigod, a child of one of the gods. The thought sent shivers down her spine, intertwining excitement with fear. As she tumbled down the grassy hill, she found herself rolling right into the midst of a summer camp. It was unlike any camp she'd ever seen. The teens around her were in bright orange T-shirts emblazoned with “Camp Half-Blood.” What really captured her attention was a group of boys on the basketball court. They effortlessly sank perfect shots while flashing charming smiles that were strikingly reminiscent of Apollo’s. Were these boys his demigod children?