I barely remember what happened when I woke up.

All I remembered was passing out at the entrance of some kind of camp. When I woke up, I was in a bed. Like, a short of hospital bed. A boy with brown curly hair and beautiful brown eyes was standing over me, wearing an orange t-shirt with said “Camp Half-Blood.” He had a long sleeved grey shirt under it. He smiled when he saw me open my eyes.

“Good morning sleepyhead, how do you feel?” He asked.