Percy Jackson was feeling pretty good. His brother was going to work with their father, they'd saved Grover and the tree, didn't get kicked out of camp, and he'd helped beat the Ares cabin at chariot racing. Gods, it was one of the best afternoons of his life.
Unfortunately, Percy Jackson had bad luck, as did most children of the Olympians. But even he was unable to explain why the skies opened, rainbow light flooding the dining pavilion and leaving a boy with jet black hair and lying unconscious on the ground, a golden scythe in his hand.
"Oh man, can't we get a normal afternoon?" Someone asked, Chiron galloping over.
"Get back!" He commanded as he knelt forward to check on the boy.
"No one touches this scythe!" He ordered, picking up the boy and rushing towards the infirmary.
"What the heck was that?" A Hermes camper asked, before a cold wind blew over them all, disappearing as quickly as it came, leaving a feeling of dread in the campers before a girl with black hair and electric blue eyes managed to stumble over the golden fleece wrapped around her.
"Where am I?" She asked, falling to her knees and hugging the magical artifact closer, shaking a bit.
"Hey, someone get her some ambrosia!" Percy yelled, running over to the girl and kneeling.
"W-Who?" She asked, getting an answer from the son of Poseidon.
"I'm Percy. You're safe now." He told her, checking for wounds before asking her an important question.
"Who are you?"
Somehow, he knew before she answered, and understood what the quest, the fleece and poisoning the tree was about. What it meant regarding the future of the prophecy.
"I am Thalia." The girl said. 'Daughter of Zeus.'