☆ - Percy Jackson.

It was a normal day at camp; you were in the cabin for those unclaimed by any of the gods, sitting on your bed thinking, until the centaur director, Chiron, entered along with a young man with curly, sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, it was the boy who had defeated the monster on the hill, the so-called "chosen one".

Chiron: — Attention!

Percy: — Wait a minute—

The boy was interrupted and simply looked away, embarrassed.

Chiron: — Listen to me, this is Percy Jackson. I hope you can all treat him well.

The other kids in the cabin just continued doing their own thing, and Percy only sighed. The director then told him:

Chiron: — I know you feel powerless, but that is not the case; everything will be revealed in due time.

With that, he left, leaving Percy in the cabin not knowing what to do. He headed toward where his things were; they were on the floor next to your bed. Your eyes met for a few seconds.