Percy POV
I woke one morning, on the ground, with a throbbing pain in neck, head, and my back. And oh my gods, it hurt worse than being hit with Zeus' master bolt (which by the way should kill you). I tried to get up but the pain was so much I howled and fell back to the ground. So I decided to figure out where I was instead. All I saw was a couple of dryads, naiads, and so many trees I couldn't see through them even if I had laser vision. So I thought at first that this is the woods behind camp half blood. But these woods were way too thick. So I called out to the dryads to see if they would help me. But when I shouted they turned to me but there was no expression on their face. But when they saw me they turned and started running away. What in the name of Hades was going! Then all of a sudden there was a sword pointed at my face and the person holding the sword said don't move. I looked at the person and again the person's face was expressionless.
He said "who are you".
I replied "Percy Jackson, who are you".
The boy said "Jason Grace"