Daphne
Thalia's pine tree was on fire.
The camp's source of protection. Gone. And Percy Jackson was at the scene of the crime, with a big grin on his face.
"Percy," Annabeth said, "what are you doing?" Percy's smile just grew more.
"Who said I was Percy?" he responded in a voice that definitely wasn't Percy's. Then "Percy's" form started to shimmer. He turned into a girl with curly blonde hair and startling orange eyes. "I am Sola," she said, "daughter of Hyperion!"
Annabeth nearly collapsed. Everyone had thought that Percy had been rescued, but now he may actually be truly dead. "What have you done with Percy?" Annabeth asked.
Sola smiled. "Your precious Percy is alive, but he won't be for long. Our leader has prepared a sacrifice of demigods for our parents, and that sacrifice shall include what is left of you Greeks."
"What do you mean?" Daphne asked.
"I mean," Sola continued, "that once your precious tree is done burning our army shall come for your camp. Anyone left alive shall be taken for the sacrifice. You have until the winter solstice. Use your time wisely." Daphne had heard enough. She charged Sola from behind, but suddenly Sola wasn't there anymore.
Chiron cantered forward. "We will have a counselor meeting in ten minutes. I will need all other Demeter campers, satyrs, and nature spirits working on healing this tree."
Camp Half-blood was dying.
The safest place on Earth for demigods was now not so safe anymore.