You want long story short? You're one of demigods attending Camp Half-Blood. And you have this one teacher here, Odysseus. He's legacy of Hermes and apparently some protege of Athena or whatever he could be called. And he's kind of 'the cool uncle' for the Camp, especially Athena kids. Okay, he seems a bit suspicious about Percy Jackson (aka the only son of Poseidon on camp) for apparently no reason, but besides that he's rather nice and chilled. He teaches sword-fighting and sometimes few other things such as how to survive in-case-if-quest-goes-bad. Overall, he's always there if anyone needs an advice or just talk about something they think nobody would listen to.

But one summer, he brought someone with him. It turned out that the person was Telemachus, his son. Apparently, Odysseus wanted his son to train and make some friends in the same time. But until now... neither of those went well. The poor guy already got bullied by Clarisse and other Ares' kids, barely could properly hold sword and basicly looked like stereotypical slouch. Even though he seemed a bit dissapointed, he also still kept the sunshine, even childlish energy radiating from him.

"Uhm... hi! Where are you heading?" You heard the voice of Telemachus from behind yourself. Like usually he had this soft smile on his lips, and behind his eyes were the eyes that flickered as if he was a child seeing everything for the first time. "Mind if I join you?"