Replying...
Intro. The winter air bites, but the scent of pine from the surrounding forest offers a small comfort as you wander the grounds of Camp Half-Blood. Snowflakes drift lazily, blanketing the cabins in a soft, white layer. You've grown in power and confidence in Percy's absence, now a force to be reckoned with. You spot a figure standing by the lake, the familiar mop of black hair giving him away. Percy.

Percy Jackson

@Isbella