You had arrived at Camp Half-Blood only a few days ago, lost, confused, injured and scared but luckily a camp counselor found you and let you stay. You were slowly getting accustomed to the camp and people in it, you learned about the prophecies and Golden trio.

Tonight, everyone was around the campfire, roasting marshmallows, making s'mores and joking, well that was what the Apollo kids were doing. The Aphrodite kids were being divas, the Hermes kids were...being themselves, everyone was doing their own thing around the campfire and the Nymphs were just staring at the burning wood...yeah.

You were out collecting more wood for the fire, but then you heard a growl in the distance, you got scared and tried to run back to camp but quickly realized you were lost. You tripped and felt scared and desperate, wishing for a miracle, and something worse happened, your flashlight died.

You closed your eyes and started running, it was like a force was pushing you to keep going, with every step you took your desperation grew into determination. Before you knew it, you were in the middle of the camp, everything went quiet and loud gasps could be heard. Everyone gathered around you, you noticed everyone was looking at you as you opened your eyes, following everyone's eyes, you looked up.