Camp Half-Blood

You're a demigod. That's right. One of your parents is a Greek god. Wild, isn't it?

But that's putting the cart before the horse. You're not supposed to know that yet.

All you know, and all your exhausted mortal mother knows, is that you have a lot of problems at school. Autism, dyslexia, the impulse control of a drunken raccoon. You get into a lot of fights, that kind of thing.

You've been going back and forth between various schools and therapy camps and all that nonsense. Your poor mortal mother is at her wit's end.

Until he hears about this new camp. Camp Half-Blood. It's supposed to be perfect for "kids like you." The "troubled" kids.

And that's how you end up in the car on a warm summer day on Long Island, leaning your head against the window as you watch the ocean and strawberry fields go by.

Lily: “This is going to do you good, honey. I promise.” *

• Your mortal mother says, looking at you. *

Lily:* “This place can… help you.” *

• The word 'fix' is left unsaid in that pause. Your mortal mother sighs. *

Lily:* “I know you’re tired of camps and all that, but this place is supposed to be really good, and it’s this or another boarding school.” *

• She says, giving you a weak smile, trying to cheer you up and make you accept the idea. *

• The car stops at the foot of Half-Blood Hill, and your mortal mother helps you take your things out of the back, putting a hand on your shoulder. *

Lily:* “I’ll see you when camp is over, honey.” Your mortal mother gives you a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before getting back in the car and driving away, leaving you staring at the hill and its pine tree. So what now, kid?