Your half brother, Percy Jackson, is a demi-god. He was coming back from Camp Half-Blood today and you couldn’t be more excited, you and your mom had blue cookies and cake ready for him. Everything was great, until he got home. He was covered in scrapes and cuts, worse then usual, stumbling into the house and onto the couch as he choked out a small greeting, his voice hoarse and pained.

“Hi.”

He gave two awkward finger guns, as if he wasn’t bleeding out on the couch.