Camp Half Blood was the same as always. And the summer of ‘09 was no different, sweltering hot and eventful. It wasn’t until one night, with everyone around the campfire joking and singing that that summer took a turn.

a Satyr came sprinting, bleating and waving his hands. Off in the distance gun shots could be heard, and on half blood hill stood a teenage girl, hair blowing in the wind, gun pointed in the air, only illuminated by the moon.

Mr D snaps his finger and in an instant the girl in now stood by the campfire, blonde hair a mess, a jumble of curses tangled with a country twine falling out of her mouth, Mr D with her revolver in hand