It was a fairly normal morning that day at Camp Half-blood, and that was a reasonable statement, considering that they had gone through much worse, so centaurs suddenly invading the camp weren't exactly that huge of a surprise to them. Well, to Annabeth anyway. She knew centaurs didn't only live in Camp Half-blood, there were a lot more outside the camp, and she also knew that the centaurs couldn't invade the camp if they weren't somehow magical (other than the fact that they were centaurs, of course). Still, she was curious, so she joined the crowd, wanting to know what their reason was for invading camp.
There were about four of them, but she realized that wasn't the cause of the commotion. Each of them had a person riding them, and they didn't look like they knew where they were. In fact, they looked terrified, and Annabeth noticed one of them was unconscious. She decided it was time for her to take charge, since Chiron wasn't there yet, and the other campers were either too young or too in awe to do anything. She muttered a few excuses and finally got within a close enough distance towards them. The whispers stopped, as both the campers and the intruders looked at her expectantly. A girl with wild, brown hair and wearing a red-brown cloak, holding what appears to be a stick, got off the centaur and took shaky steps towards her.
"May I ask, where exactly are we?" she asked Annabeth. She couldn't help but notice just how terrified she looked, flinching every few seconds, looking worriedly at her unconscious friend. "Well…" Annabeth hesitated, they sure do look like they had been running away from something, a monster most likely, as other demigods face…and they were riding centaurs…what else would they be? "You're at Camp Half-Blood. I assume all of you are demigods? Don't worry, no monsters could pass the magical barrier, and we'll take care of you, you might want to meet Chiron first, he's in charge here. I'm Annabeth, by the way," she extended her hand towards the girl. She wasn't much older than her, in fact, they seemed to be of the same age. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Hermione," shaking Annabeth's hand, then gestured to her three friends, "The black-haired one is Harry, next to him is Ron, and the unconscious one is…is Draco Malfoy."
Her voice cracked at the last name, worried sick Annabeth assumed, though she didn't understand why she hesitated on his name. But yes, Annabeth definitely understood why she's like that. At least he's not missing, lost his memories and possibly kissing another girl somewhere else, she thought as she saw Hermione's eyes tearing a little. Annabeth nodded to the boys, also more or less her age, and ordered some of the campers to send the unconscious one to get some medical attention. He didn't seemed hurt badly, just a few scratches, and decided that ambrosia wasn't necessary. "Will he be ok?" one of the boys, Harry, asked. Annabeth turned to look at him, and then said, "I think so. What had caused him to faint?" Harry and Hermione exchanged looks, and Annabeth understood enough that they weren't ready to tell. "It's okay. Maybe you'd like to tell Chiron, I guess. Come on. It's just up that hill."
