Campers were scurrying around, going from the archery rang to the fighting arena, or off to the canoeing lake. But everyone avoided the beach. Percy was wandering around down there, having just been claimed as the son of Poseidon, and the ocean calmed him. It was like seeing his father without his father having to stop what he was doing.
He sighed and closed his eyes, when he heard a thud behind him. Percy whirled into a fighting stance, searching for the disturbance in his peaceful silence. His eyes skimmed over everything, landing on a black lump at the edge of the beach. Moving slowly towards it, Percy was glad for his ADHD, because it kept his mind alert while he was trying to discern what the lump was. Getting closer, he realized it was a body of a teenage boy, about 14, in all black, with olive skin and black hair. It was not until Percy was standing over the boy did he realize that the boy was in a puddle of blood. Crouching, Percy pulled back the shirt of the boy and gasped. There were three long, deep cuts which were the source of the puddle of blood. It almost looked as if he had been…clawed. Percy sprang back and speed off towards Chiron.
"Chiron!" He yelled, spotting his mentor playing pinochle with Mr. D, who in turn, muttered,
"Ah, Peter Johansson. You always seem to know when we are playing so you can interrupt us."
Ignoring the annoying god, Percy turned to the kindly Centaur and panted, "There's...a…boy on…the...beach. He's…bleeding heavily…but I…don't…think he's…a…camper." Percy finished and sucked in a deep breath.
"Oh my, let's go!" Chiron leapt out of his magical wheelchair and pounded down the path to the beach. Percy jogged behind him and showed Chiron the bleeding boy. "Oh my… Percy, alert the infirmary and the Apollo healers." Chiron carefully picked up the boy. He didn't know what could have caused a wound like this.