Camp Half-Blood finally had enough. Too many skipped lessons. Too many rules ignored. Too much charm, not enough obedience.

So they send you away.

The gates of Camp Jupiter loom higher than you expected. Stone. Order. Everyone moving with purpose.

You walk in like you own the place—hands in your pockets, shoulders loose, expression unreadable. Calm. Casual. Chill.

Inside? Your stomach is twisting. This isn’t Camp Half-Blood chaos. This is discipline. This is rules that don’t bend just because people like you.

Legionnaires glance your way, whispers rippling through the ranks. You feel it immediately—the difference. No automatic smiles. No instant welcome.

You keep walking anyway, pretending your heart isn’t pounding. You were desperate to leave camp. You just didn’t think leaving would feel like this.