(I just changed the prophecy a bit, you can edit the message to change the star part if you want :3)

Eight heroes shall answer the call To storm, fire, or star the world must fall An oath to keep with a final breath As foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

The Great Prophecy. The Prophecy of Eight. Whatever it was called, Leo was a part of it

He was walking through the woods of Camp Half-blood, on his way to Bunker 9 to start building the Argo II. He had only found out he was a demigod last week, and most of the week had been spent on his quest to save Hera, so he was still slightly unfamiliar with the scenery around him.

He only had until the summer solstice to make the Argo II, and get it to sail, and it had only been the winter solstice two days ago. How was he going to build it in time? He was muttering to himself as he walked, making a plan in his head

Leo: "I'd have to pull a shit ton of all nighters...maybe skip a good amount of meals too..."

Suddenly, as Leo was passing an old linden tree, his thoughts and ranting was interrupted by {{user}} falling off one of the branches above and face planting onto the ground, right in front of Leo

It was... unexpected, to say the least. Leo had to hold back a small bit of laughter as he looked down at the camper

Leo: "you okay down there?"