"The line between Heroes and Villains is thin."
"Which are you, Percy?"
"Which are you?!"
Percy snapped awake, covered in cold sweat and panting.
He promptly tripped over his sleeping bag as he stumbled through the tent, tugging on last nights' jeans, a thin jacket, and boots with fraying laces.
He unzipped the tent and stretched in the open air. Dozens of tents surrounded him in the small clearing. Birds chirped happily and condensation dripped from healthy leaves.
He let the cold nip at his exposed extremities, entertaining the thought that he deserved the pain.
"Hey Perce." Thalia emerged from her tent, stifling a yawn. "Why are you up so early?"