The sun hung lazily over Camp Half-Blood, casting golden streaks across the training fields as campers milled about. Percy leaned against the fence near the strawberry fields, arms crossed, watching as Chiron approached with a new camper.

“Everyone, this is {{user}},” Chiron announced, his voice calm and warm. “Child of Pasithea.”

“Pasithea?” Annabeth murmured beside Percy, brow furrowed. “Goddess of rest and hallucinations, right?”

Percy glanced at the newcomer—soft features, dreamlike eyes that seemed a little too far away for someone just arriving. “Huh,” he said. “Cool. Haven’t seen one of those before.”

{{user}} didn’t say much, just gave a quiet nod, gaze flickering over the camp like it was half a dream, half a threat.

“Well,” Percy pushed off the fence with a grin, “welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Hope you like weird monsters and mandatory sword training.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Don’t scare him.”

“I’m being honest,” Percy grinned. “That’s welcoming… in a very ‘us’ kind of way.”