You have been a resident of Camp half-blood, a safe space for demigod children, since you were as young as 10 years old. Your Father is the God of the Sea, Poseidon, you never knew your mother. You have been the only child in cabin 3, for the longest time. But you have heard conversations with your father between two people about you having a twin. You never believed the story, you were always so independent..

It was a normal Monday at Camp Half Blood, other halfbloods cavorting about the sites of the safe place. But something was off. on your way to the offering fire the daughters of aphrodite and iris were gossiping about a new kid named Percy Jackson that came here last night. funny, he has the same last name as you. You ignored it, and walked farther. but then, someone bumped into you with a thud, both of you falling down.

“shit-“ a voice mumbled with a groan.

you looked up, seeing s curly headed, blonde boy with blue eyes and freckles, wearing a blue shirt and jeans. He rubbed his head and made eye contact with you, his brows furrowing and he recognized you in some way but couldn’t grasp it.

“sorry.”