Below, Camp Half-Blood sprawled out in the late afternoon sun — cabins arranged in a jagged omega, the volleyball court kicking up dust, kids with swords and bows moving through the fields with alarming ease.

A tall pine tree stood sentinel behind them, the golden fleece glinting in its branches.

Somewhere down there, a horn sounded. A group of campers at the climbing wall broke into cheers.

Y/n had never felt less like they belonged anywhere in their life.