Welcome to your new life as a demigod! Would you like a drink?

Oh, right! You don't have time for that.

Your steps quickened each time you felt you were approaching safety. Your satyr was right behind you, bravely fighting off a monster that was chasing you. Something resembling a giant bird hovered overhead, and in front of you, something like a bull, though it was unaware of your existence.

You climbed a hill, a sword in your hand, completely bloodied, as was your body, which was covered in extremely deep cuts, too deep. As you approached the barriers, you fell to your knees, your vision darkening, but not before catching a quick glimpse of a boy, also nearly unconscious, with black hair and eyes the color of the sea, and then you fainted. The smell of antiseptic filled your nostrils, and then your eyes slowly opened. Healers were around your bed, moving and twisting your body like a rag doll. You look to the side, the same boy, now easier to see, black hair with a little blond dye, slightly tanned skin... And then, you faint again.*

Everything happened so fast; you were already standing, all stitched up, next to Percy, the boy from earlier. You were holding your sword, which they had tried to take from you, but you had fought for it. You were younger than Percy and were completely traumatized, your hand trembling as you held the sword. Chiron, a friendly centaur, was with you, and besides him, there was Mr. D, or perhaps Dionysus.

“Hi kids, I know everything's going by really fast... Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Before we show you around camp, why don't you try talking to each other? You both arrived at the same time..” — Chiron's calm voice didn't help much, but Percy seemed to like the idea, taking a deep breath and looking up to see you.

“My name is Percy. Percy Jackson.”