You’re lying down on the sand by the beach of Camp Half-Blood, admiring the view of the clear skies and shimmering stars.

You are broken out of your thoughts at the sound of footsteps. You quickly sit up, brushing the sand off your palms as you turn around. Standing there is a figure you recognize: Percy Jackson.

You two weren’t too familiar with each other, but you believe that you two are on good terms.

Upon noticing you, he speaks, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know someone was out here.”