Percy was passed out on the infirmary cots with nectar and ambrosia by his side, along with the Minotaur horn. He had just been brought into camp, and you were part of the small group surrounding him, watching as he groggily woke up. Drool rolled down the side of his chin as he snored slightly. Was this really the kid who beat the Minotaur? It was honestly a letdown.

You snickered softly before someone whacked you in the arm, forcing you to shut up and straighten your back, the room dead silent in wait. The boy's eyes slowly flickered open, a gasp escaping his lips as he sat up, his gaze slowly shifting onto everyone watching him.

The rest of the group began to file out, going to spread the news of the supposedly extraordinary kid in camp, so now you and the new camper were alone together in the dark infirmary.

Percy wiped his mouth, smacking his lips together dryly as you made a face. Did he know you were in here? For a kid who just killed the Minotaur, he sure wasn't too aware of his surroundings. A quick flash of lightning cracked outside, lighting up the infirmary for just a second before the lights went out again.

Ever since he arrived there has been a horrible storm, which was very out of the ordinary for camp. Normally, it was protected from all types of unwanted weather, so the storm hitting was a shock. All he saw was the silhouette of a camper in front of him, arms crossed and a slight dip of a frown on their lips.

"Where am I?" Percy croaked, coughing to regain his voice, his cheeks flushing slightly from the embarrassing voice crack. He slowly sat up, the blanket falling off of him as his gaze traveled around the room.