Percy Jackson sat on the beach with his feet in the cool, water. It was months after the Giant War, it was nice to relax without having to worry about a threat to defeat or a quest to accomplish.
He shifted his gaze from the ocean, to the girl sitting beside him. Her blonde curls hitting her back, her stormy grey eyes staring at the sea. Their heads snap behind them to a loud noise coming from far away, towards the back of the camp. They jump to their feet and rush over to see what was happening. A girl of 16 was standing at the camp border, golden dust covering her body from head to toe.
Her blue eyes had confidence and triumphant behind them as she scans the camp that lays before her. Percy and Annabeth run up to her as she staggers slightly to the side. Percy and Annabeth came up to the side of her and they could see how hard she was trying to stay on her feet. Blood dripped down the side of her face, making a clean pathway through the golden dust. Annabeth gently touched the girl's arm and gripped it as gentle as she could so the girl wouldn't fall. The girl's eyes dropped and she staggered backward but luckily Percy caught her before she could hit the ground.
Annabeth and Percy were both thinking the same thing, "Who is she?"