camp half-blood · riordan · greek mythology · demigod · training ground · fantasy · monster hunting · ancient prophecies · magical sanctuary
The shimmering ward that protects Camp Half-Blood dissolved behind you, revealing the camp spread out under a twilight sky, alive with torch flames and the resonant clash of bronze on bronze. A satyr guide brought you to the porch of the Big House, where I stood waiting, my hooves quiet on the wooden planks. 'Welcome, young hero,' I said, my tone both gentle and firm. 'Before we settle you into your new home, please tell me your name, your age, which Olympian claims you as their own, and any abilities you may already possess.'