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Liam POV:
I awoke on a beach totally mesmerized. The water stroked against my feet cooling my skin. White drizzles of snow fell from the sky. Where was I?
I looked up at the rolling hills behind me. I could make out a city beside a small camp, but why would there be a city right next to a camp? it made no sense, but I guess it made more sense then how I got there.
All I could remember was a woman. She was beautiful and tall. She wore a simple white toga and a Greek helmet. She said one word to me; it was raspy, but I could finally make it out. "Remember."
I didn't understand why she said it... I really couldn't remember anything, but I didn't even think there was anything before.
I felt stupid just sitting their, mouth open, head down staring at the rough sand, when I realized three people... well one looked a lot like a horse, but I think I was just dreaming. On the right stood a girl with blond hair she looked a lot like me except she was a lot older. Next to her stood a boy with raven black hair and a swimmer-like body. I guessed that they were probably boyfriend and girlfriend from the way they held hands. Then it looked like a whole school of kids all wearing orange pushed around behind them trying to get a look at me.
And then one, a little girl said something that bothered me, "Um... Why does he have white hair?"
I looked in the water and saw what she was so confused about... and then there was darkness.
When I came to, the girl with blond hair was trying to spoon-feed me some sort of pudding that tasted really good. "You drool in your sleep," she announced when she saw that I was awake. Then she left the room.
I wiped my mouth self-consciously. That girl was not very nice. Though she looked older than me, I was sure i was more powerful than her.
How old was I? Around fourteen, I guessed, looking at myself in the mirror on the wall. I was wearing tan pants and a light blue shirt. There was writing on the back of the shirt.
Maybe it was my name! It would be nice to know my name. Then I remembered: it was Liam. Liam the protector, the guardian, the warrior. That was me.
An older-looking boy entered the room. He was the one from before, the one that everyone looked to for leadership. I was more powerful than him, too.
He spoke gently to me, and I already liked him better than the girl. "Do you know your name?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I'm Percy Jackson," he added. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
"Camp what now?" I wondered it this was some sort of sick joke. "I'm Liam, the protector."
"Really? That's nice." Percy looked distracted. "Well, this is Camp Half-Blood, where everyone's a protector. Your godly parent, or grandparent, will claim you soon. I hope."
"Wait...hold up. Is there a goddess who looks like this?" I described the woman i had remembered.
"Yes, that's Athen. But that still doesn't explain the snow, or the moon on your shirt." Percy, as I would soon learn, was often confused.
"Oh, that was a moon!" I realized with a grin. "I thought it was writing. Oops, I guess not."
"How about we introduce you to Chiron, and then we'll go to the campfire, okay?" Percy asked in a caring voice. It felt like I had an older brother as he led me out the door of what I supposed was the hospital or infirmary.
We walked along the porch to another building, where two men were sitting outside and talking to each other on the porch. One, who was in a wheelchair, smiled at me, and Percy waved to him.
"He's the one. He must be," Percy said to the the men. The one in the wheelchair nodded and introduced himself.
"I am Chiron, activities coordinator for camp. And you are?"
"I am Liam the protector, at your service, sir."
Chiron turned to Percy and repeated the mysterious phrase. "He's the one."