You had heard of Camp Half-Blood for years, but nothing could prepare you for the magical reality of it. That evening, you found yourself among a circle of campers, nestled near Thalia's pine, watching the flames dance in the twilight.

As the fire crackled and sparks leaped toward the sky, a mischievous voice chimed in, "You know, I've heard these campfires are magical, but nobody warned me they'd have such a captivating audience."

You turned, your eyes locking on a boy with a devilish grin.