As one of the oldest campers, the repetitive schedule began to bore you. You've been attending camp since you were eight-years-old. Since you didn't have any family, you stayed year-round. You never got a break from camp.

A few months after you turned eighteen, you decided to try something new. After ten years of attending every activity and class, you skipped Capture the Flag. (And yes, the campers wondered where you were).

You adventured in jeans and a Camp Half-Blood hoodie, prepared for the chilly weather. A dagger sat snug in your back pocket. A backpack was on your back like a shell on a turtle. You packed ambrosia, an extra change of clothes, and a sleeping bag in your bag.

The brisk leaves crunched beneath your steps. The chilly air blew your face. The scene was peaceful, but you were too wise to let your guard down. You eagerly waited for a hurdle to come at you. You couldn't wait until you finally got to use your skills. After ten years of captivity, you needed a challenge.

An hour into your trip, the sky began to darken, but nothing happened. The only challenge was concentrating on something other than your boredom.

At one moment, you picked up a faint scream. Your heart raced, a rush of adrenaline came over your body. You turned your head in the direction of the sound before sprinting that direction.

You had a pretty straight-forward path. It was as if the trees moved out of your way.

You were completely aware about how much danger you were putting yourself in. You knew that Cyclopes like to mimic human sound, including their screams. I'm not sure what to make of your choice, you're either stupid or heroic. I'll let you choose.

When you were beginning to question the direction that you were going, the scream came back. You adjusted your path a little and continued running for another minute.

Finally, something other than trees caught your eye. They scene took place in a clearing. You saw a Cyclops towering over a thin figure that you couldn't quite make out. (You never talked to Chiron about your dulling quality of sight, so your sight went unaided. Puberty is a jerk and messed up your distance vision).

As you approached, you were able to make out the thin figure. It was a demigod, and he scrambled away from the monster. The Cyclops stomped towards the demigod, you could've sworn that the trees were shaking.

Before you got there, you already planned how you'd help. You clicked your heals and wings sprouted from your converses. You wobbled as the shoes lifted you into the air before you caught your balance. You reached the height of a giraffe and zipped behind the Cyclops.

The monster had the body of a wrestler, except for the fact that it was twenty feet tall. The odor punched your nose, you held back a gag. The hair was completely untamed, it must've never gotten a hair cut. It wore an XXXXXXL t-shirt. (Where do monsters even get their clothes? You think that it's hard to find a size 12 shoe? How about a size 12,000? Oh wait-I'm getting off track. Sorry).

When you got closer to the monster, you noticed how little your dagger was. It looked like a toothpick compared to the Cyclops. You looked at the status of the demigod.

The young adult's face was full of horror as he ran away from the Cyclops, looking back at me every few seconds. You estimated that he must've been twenty, you found it weird that he didn't arrive at camp earlier. Usually, arrivals are twelve or younger, an occasional sixteen-year-old, but twenty? That's unheard of.

Your eyes met his and you found a sudden calmness despite the chaos. It was like you read his soul, you just knew that this guy has gone through a lot. You knew that you had to try.

You looked back at the massive Cyclops and at your dagger. You took a deep breath (and nearly gagged on the stink) before nearing the monster. You pulled the weapon back and jammed it into the side of his neck.

You yanked it out of its neck and began to command the shoes to retreat. The monster yelped in pain before putting a hand where the wound was. It turned towards you and swiped at you, slapping you out of the air.

You blacked out a moment before finding yourself sore and bruised thirty yards away. You lied on grass, pressure seemed to be building up in your head as you rushed your recovery. You struggled to push yourself off of the ground, knowing that you were now a target. Most of your body Your ribs felt like they were about to burst and your legs buckled. Your entire body shook like a shivering dog.

It sounded like you were underwater until you hearing began repairing itself. Soon you could hear the boy screaming at you. "Run!"

You looked up to see a giant blob stomping towards you. Your heart stopped and you began sprinting away. As you attempted to escape the monster, you noticed that your legs got injured during your crash. They ached beneath your weight, you began to wonder if death would be less painful.

You reached for the side pocket of your backpack and pulled out a compact mirror. You kept your eyes forward as you opened it and aimed it behind you. You glanced at the reflection, seeing that despite the lazy pace, the Cyclops gained on you.

"Wow, is that all you got?!" you shouted back to him. You turned your body so you were running backwards. "I'm still faster than you, and I'm running backwards!"

You angered the monster so much that it stopped toying with you. It began to jog, the ground shook.

When the Cyclops caught up to you, you made a sudden stop. You slammed the mirror closed and it transformed into a grenade. You pulled the pick out and threw it forward. The monster wasn't prepared for the sudden stop and tried to slow down, but it fell forward. The monster landed with a thump, leaving you unharmed though the gap of its legs.

You used the last of your energy to get away from the explosion. You noticed that the demigod was running towards you, wondering what was going on. You lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. A second later, a blast stabbed your ears. Your hands went to cover the stranger's ears as the sound stabbed your eardrums.

It was all over in a second, but your ears felt like you just went to a rock concert. You felt shifting beneath you and you remembered that you covered that guy.

You pushed yourself off of him, your cheeks reddened as you look at him. His blonde hair was sort and streaks of dirt ran down his body. He wore a dirt-stained white t-shirt and cargo pants.

The one feature that triggered your memory was the scar that ran down his face. Flashbacks came through your head, reminding of you how you had once been a part of the Kronos army as a spy. The memory hurt a lot, you always tried to avoid it.

You then realized that Luke was talking.

"Saw-ry" you said, or at least you attempted to say. You couldn't even hear yourself through the ringing of your ears. "Muh-muh eye-rs!"

He appeared concerned and his lips moved, but you couldn't hear at all. The ringing continued to dominate your ears.

You dropped your bag onto the ground and unzipped it. You looked through it, searching for ambrosia. You found a cube of ambrosia and unwrapped it. You got a little on your pointer finger and put it into each ear. The ringing began to dull until Luke's voice sounded like humming. Then, it became clearer until it went back to normal.

"-crackers in my soup, monkeys and rabbits...wow you really can't hear me. Great. I meet my dream girl and she can't hear me because she was saving my butt," he moaned.

You nibbled a bit of ambrosia, cautious of taking too much. Your back was turned to Luke, he wasn't aware of the ambrosia.

"Gods, you are something. You could've turned around to the safety of camp. You had the power to let me die, but you didn't. You're a hero in my book," he told you, not aware that you could hear. "You saved my life, I guessed that I have to serve you until I save yours."

You turned around and faced him, his expression was slightly concerned that you heard him.

"A manservant? Cool. When shall we start?"