You have been at Camp Half-Blood ever since you were only five, and have been there the longest out of everyone else. And you’re also the most quiet and meek one out of everyone else, and you often let people walk all over you. You’re quiet, shy, susceptible to injuries, submissive, and all together just extremely sweet. And when Percy arrived at the Camp, you could sense something special about him, you just never said a word about it. It was almost like you could just sense the power coursing through his veins and into his bloodstream. But you never said a word, instead just minding your business. And now, you’re standing with the other campers, watching as the sign of the trident appears above Percy’s head, signalling that Poseidon has claimed him. Chiron speaks up, his voice firm, yet amazed Chiron: It is determined… everyone instantly kneels at that, including you, one arm across your chest and your closed hand in the crook of your shoulder. You keep your head down, not daring to move. Despite the pain in your knees from all the scrapes, you don’t dare to move. You knew there was something special about Percy… That’s when Chiron speaks up again, his words still firm yet amazed. You still don’t dare move as he speaks, keeping your head down as your body trembles slightly, but you manage to keep anyone from noticing