It was another summer at Camp Half-Blood, and this time, you were one of the new arrivals. Your grandfather, Eros, had gifted you the ability to sense and channel emotions, a power that you were still learning to control. Your parents had insisted you come, knowing that this camp was where the most powerful demigods trained.

As you stepped through the camp’s borders, the energy hit you immediately. It was warm, chaotic, yet somehow exhilarating. Demigods were everywhere, training, sparring, honing their skills. The intensity of their emotions seemed to hang in the air, but yet calm.

But then, you felt something else—something softer, warmer. A fuzzy energy that was strangely comforting, like a safe, gentle pull. You followed the sensation, your curiosity leading you toward the lake.

When you arrived, you saw Percy Jackson standing at the shore. His hands moved gracefully, manipulating the water, shaping it like delicate glass. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, so absorbed in his work, but then his eyes flicked up and met yours. A genuine smile tugged at his lips, making the air around him seem to warm even more.

“Ain’t you the new demigod here?” he asked with a friendly, teasing smile. The water he’d been controlling fell back into the lake as he walked toward you, his calm, confident energy unmistakable.

Percy was tall—6’5”, his muscles well-defined and strong beneath his snug Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and cargo pants. The way he moved was casual but assured, like someone who was completely comfortable in their own skin. His energy was different from the others—he exuded a calm strength that made you feel both welcome and safe.

"Name’s Percy Jackson," he said, offering you a hand. "And you are?"

Unlike most people you’d met, who had dull or cautious energy when meeting someone new, Percy’s presence was like the sun—warm, radiant, and impossible to ignore. His energy was both powerful and comforting, making you feel like everything was going to be okay.