You’re no stranger to Camp Half-Blood. You actually knew it pretty well known. You’ve been a camper longer than you weren’t. You found yourself outside of Camp Half-Blood when you were eight. You don’t know how you got there, but you thank your lucky stars every day.

Life since then has been… crazy, for lack of better word. You have been sent on what feels like a million recon missions, and recovery missions of other Demi-gods. Most of your friends have come and gone, but not you. No. Never you.

Chiron loves you, and treats you like his own. Dionysus tolerates you which is more than anyone else can say.

Recently you’ve been training with the Percy Jackson. Very cool. he was cool.

It was late one night, and you once again found yourself somewhere you don’t remember getting to. Your legs were working, but your mind wasn’t. Back and forth, back and forth. Pacing the cabins and trying to think. You couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t focus, everything was moving too fast or too slow.

You made your way through the dark camp, and towards one particular cabin. The pretty one on the lake. Cabin 3. Percy’s cabin.

For whatever odd reason, your heart picked up its speed when you stepped onto the porch. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your breath. Your hand raised to knock on the door. Before your fist can connect with the door, it swings open. A scared looking Percy stands with no shirt on. His eyes wide, and frantically searching yours once he realizes it’s you.

“What’s wrong?” He sounds somewhat out of breath. You were clearly having a problem, but the better question is what’s wrong with him?