A camper was strolling the camp's borders, particularly near the river. He had full armor on, as if he was prepared for battle. He had black, windblown hair, which drooped over his sea green eyes. He looked about eighteen years old, and had multiple scars as if he had survived multiple battles.

The teenager jerked his head up, a call from further inland interrupting his thoughts. He smiled lovingly as a girl, the same age as him but a bit shorter, jogged towards him. She, too, was in full armor. She had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, tanned skin, and strikingly gray eyes. She had a concerned and loving look for the boy.

"Hey, Perce." She pecked him on the lips. "Are you alright?"

Percy looked back to the water and frowned. "Yes, I'm fine, but the water isn't. It seems unsettled, as if something is stirring underneath it."

Unnerving warm wind blew in the silence as the two campers stared at the water. Then, the girl, Annabeth, gasped.

"Percy!" Percy's eyes looked to where Annabeth pointed- up. He opened the pen he brought out of his pocket and it turned into a full Greek sword. Annabeth's hand fell on her sword's handle, on her belt.

Something was falling out of the sky- something big. And it was hurtling straight towards the water.

"Underneath it," Annabeth mumbled, not sure whether to step closer or farther away from the lake, "or above it."

The water started to move with the force of the wind of the object above it. The water was drooping down in the middle, where the impact would be in a few seconds.

Realizing the figure of the object was that of a person's, Percy concentrated with all his might to make the impact on the water lessen. There was the strong sensation of a knot in his gut, and suddenly-

WHOOM

The impact was indeed large, flinging tons of water into the air and gallons dropping on Percy and Annabeth. They were soaking wet, head to toe. Percy instantly dried himself. Annabeth glared at him and he shrugged as if to say "Sorry, I'm the son of Poseidon." After glaring at him one more time, Annabeth ran towards the foamy water, with Percy behind her.

Though the froth of the water, a girl washed ashore. Percy and Annabeth, working together, pulled the girl farther from the water. They both gazed in wonder and curiosity at her when she suddenly opened her eyes, which were glowing white.

"Um," Percy started to say. The girl's attention turned to him, which ended up with her seizing his shoulders with all the strength she could muster.

"Perseus Jackson," she said, in not a regular girl's voice but many voices into one. "I bring your camp this girl to warn you of numerous deaths soon to come. She can help stop these deaths and a coming war in many ways, but you do not want to be her enemy."

And with that, her eyes closed and she went limp. Percy and Annabeth stared at her in shock for a moment until Annabeth leapt up and ran towards camp, calling out, "Chiron!"

Percy continued to stare at the girl in horror, his only thought being, No.

Author's note: Hello! So I finally made a story that I actually might update often, so look out for more! I have absolutely no idea what this story is going to be about, so I'll just go along with it for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!