He crouched in the trees, watching the demigods fight with training swords. He had been travelling for months now, possibly longer… He couldn't remember. The branches stayed firm underneath his brown scuffed boots, but you can never be too sure. He moved on to the next larger branch, keeping an eye on the demigods. They were children of Ares, a tall blonde man and a shorter dark haired one. If there were such things as children of Artemis, he would've been spotted, and that would've been disastrous. But no… Artemis had turned her back on men at birth, he knew that. He studied the myths as he looked for the camp. A roar of laughter awoke him from his daydream; the shorter Ares child had disarmed the other and had his lengthy sword at his throat. The blonde held out his hand and the other shook it, walking away.
Waiting for the right moment for the right person, that was the key. Until then he would remain here, starving while leaning against a thousand sharp branches. He spotted someone, and knew he was special. He was a son of Poseidon, he could sense it. The boy strutted along to the beach, and then sat down on the golden sand. He climbed out of the trees, and walked as confidently as he could towards the boy dressed in blue. The boy must've heard him, because he turned around from where he was sitting.
"Are you alright?" the boy asked. He nodded, not revealing his face under his large hood. His fingers twitched as he spoke his words.
"Uh… Yeah… who are you?" he managed to say.
"My name's Percy, are you new here?"
"Kind of," his head lowered as he thought of what to say. If this boy, Percy, could accept him then maybe the others will to. He had to find out. Before Percy could reply, he threw his hood back. Percy flinched back, as if clicked in the nose. He had no face, his face was a blurry vortex of nothingness, tears would have come to his eyes if the were there. Percy had a slight look of helpfulness in his fear stricken face, and he hoped it was enough.
"My name is Christopher… Help me,"