3rd PERSON POV

As I'm sure you know, Camp Half-Blood is a very eventful place. We've all heard the stories. The Mighty Percy Jackson who, with the help of his friends, defeated Kronos and Gaea and saved the world from chaos. But you didn't think the story ended there, did you? Camp Half-Blood's never gotten a break before, and they won't now. But this must be confusing, so why don't we take you back a little, to October 28, 2019.

I believe it started at dinner. Not much had happened that day, and there seemed to be a sort of dry spot for new demigods. It was eerie. Almost like Camp was holding its breath. Waiting for something. Anything. Which was why no one was surprised when she appeared. The girl wobbled past Peleus and looked around quietly, taking everything in. She was bleeding heavily.

There was a protocol for new campers at Camp Half-Blood, and people intended to follow it. The Apollo kids got up and walked over to her, stopping just short of where she was standing. New demigods were scared when they entered Camp, and it was crucial that you tried not to frighten them further. Will stepped forward slightly.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. This is going to be confusing at first, but we can explain more later. You're bleeding, and we'd like to help you."

The girl didn't respond, only glared at him with a look of distrust and fear. It was clear she had run from something, as most newbies had. She clutched a bleeding wound at her side, and she had walked there with a limp. Dirty blonde hair was tangled and clumped to her face, and her speckled green eyes sagged behind thick glasses. She had been running for a while, I'm sure.

Will walked up to the girl and took her arm gently. She flinched, but didn't push him away. She hadn't talked yet, either, choosing to observe the crowd instead. She hesitated, resisting Will's pull, before releasing out a breath and looking down at her feet, letting him escort her to the Big House.

The pavilion burst into whispers. The girl had looked so haunted, and wasn't she a bit old to be new here? But she was so... peaceful. Like she knew everything about the place despite having just arrived. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?

She hadn't talked yet. It had been three days since she had come, and she still hadn't said a word to anyone. They didn't know her name, or her godly parent. They knew she was feisty, refusing to take her meds or listen to any directions given to her. She was getting better, though, and had started to walk quietly around Camp. She seemed to have an interest in sitting on the dock, watching the water naiads weaving their baskets.

No one sat by her. People were too nervous.

For weeks, there hadn't been any new campers, but this one acted weird. She already knew the customs and the games, and she never got lost going from one place to another. It was like she had been to Camp before, except she couldn't have. Her blood was red, not the gold of the gods. She stared often, too, looking at Percy and Annabeth with awe until they noticed her, then looking away shyly. She knew everything that had happened there, even when she never said it directly. She never left her things in the Hermes cabin, and she always dumped some of her food before dinner.

There had been one person that talked to her, actually.

It had only happened once. She had just walked out of the Hermes cabin and was preoccupied in staring soulessly at Hestia and the hearth. No one had been close enough to hear it, and most hadn't even seen it, but Katie Gardener would swear afterward that she had seen Hestia look up at her and whisper something. The shocking thing was, Katie said the girl had actually responded. Someone who never said her name or told them how she got there, someone who was unlikely to even know who Hestia was. Rumors began to spread throughout the camp about who she was and where she had come from. Some thought it was like a Jesus thing, a god taking the form of a human. Others thought that maybe she just picked things up fast. But all of them waited until the truth came out, from her or a prophecy.

Her hair and immediate knowledge of the place leaned toward being a daughter of Athena, but no one was really sure. It had become a subject of discussion among the campers, and no one could agree on her godly parent. Luckily for them, answers were soon to present themselves. But none of them, not even when joking, could have seen what happened next.

She was at the dock again. The story of her conversation with Hestia had spread, and now people gathered at the other end of the dock, waiting for her to do something. They weren't really sure what she was going to do, but they figured they would recognize it when it happened. Certainly, she had to know they were there, but she never said anything, never acknowledged them.

When it did finally happen, it wasn't something she did, but people would still act like she had chosen it. She was just looking down like normal when she fell. Something in the lake, most likely a naiad, grabbed her ankles tightly and pulled before she could react. She fell into the frigid water with a squeak, and campers rushed to the end of the dock towards her. No one knew if she could swim, and many didn't expect her to know, so it must have been to their surprise when she swam towards the dock with ease and pulled herself up with a quick sweep. They expected her to be shivering, and expected the cold water to pour from her clothes. But she wasn't wet. In fact, she was completely dry. The campers at the dock looked at her with shock, but their eyes were quickly drawn to something else. Something floating above her head.

Above her head was a glowing green trident.

Chaos erupted. There was no way there could be another child of Poseidon. But here she was, and that symbol was still there. Powerful. Intimidating. And the girl just stared, glancing at the sign and looking back down, completely calm, completely neutral. The sign vanished, but it had glowed brightly while it was there, and there was no doubt that it could be seen from all around the camp.

The only one that reacted efficiently was Percy. He ran to the dock from the strawberry fields, and quickly took the girl and pulled her towards the Big House and Chiron. People cleared a path and stayed quiet until the door swung shut, where they burst into discussion, running for the people who hadn't noticed the sign and gathering in front of the building. They waited, and waited, and waited, wondering how long they would stay there and how in the world there could be another child of Poseidon. She came out after an hour with Chiron and Percy. The centaur took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and began to speak to the already assembled campers. The girl had finally talked.

Her name was Eva Weinel, and she was the second mortal child of Poseidon.

Hey all! Hope its better and more readable! Love y'all! This was rewritten with one of my friends. My wattpad account, where this will be posted as well, is OneTiredKentuckian2, and my commaful is forsakenalive.

~Demiwitch