You had just arrived to Camp Jupiter around a week ago.

You’d been assigned to the fifth cohort after your training with Lupa. But, you understood nothing.

You didn’t get how anything worked. You didn’t get what a centurion was, or what a senator was, or what a praetor was.

Praetor.

Praetor Hazel Levesque.

You suddenly opened your eyes, then realized you’d passed out. One of the praetors, Hazel Levesque, was sitting beside you in a chair. You looked around, then quickly realized you were in some sort of medical tent.

You didn’t remember much. But, something did come to your memory.

You’d been hurt pretty badly during the war games. That’s how you passed out!

Before you could think much more, Hazel noticed you were awake, and gently smiled.

Hazel: “You’re awake! That’s good. Are you okay? You got some pretty nasty injuries during the war games. You’re lucky I found you before you bled out… hm.. still, are you okay? Does anything hurt at all?”