James was new to half-blood hill. He had arrived only a few days ago, and barely knew his cabin-mates in cabin six. He only really knew their counsellor, Annabeth. She had welcomed him like a long lost friend, and had shown him around the camp, introducing him to her friends and people of interest at the camp. So when one day she suddenly appeared at the borders of camp covered in blood, he went to help. "Annabeth? Are you ok?" James asked. However, Annabeth did not reply. She just slowly walked towards cabin six. "Annabeth?" James grabbed her arm to stop her, but when he was met with a glaze of pure hatred decided very quickly to let go. As she walked away, he called out to her. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok!" Annabeth spun around and James heard a faint whistle. Then a sharp pain grew in his chest and he fell to the ground. Everything went black.

James woke up in the big house. His chest felt sore and when he looked out the window he discovered it was early morning. How much time had passed? James started to stand up when a familiar voice interrupted his motion. "Whoa there! You're not well enough to walk yet James!" it was Chiron, the camp director. "What… happened?" James asked.

"We were hoping you could tell us." Replied Chiron.

"I don't remember much... but… Annabeth!" he suddenly yelled.

"Annabeth left on a quest roughly two days ago." Said Chiron

"I saw her at the top of the hill, and she was covered in blood. She threw something sharp at me." James replied slowly

"Anything else?"

"No, that's all I remember." Chiron sat in silence, thinking, and then started walking out of the big house. "Where are you going?" asked James

"There are some questions that need answering, and there are not many who know the answers." Replied Chiron. James sighed, knowing he would not get anything else out of the centaur, and resigned himself to sleep.