demigod · camp · coming-of-age · adventure · mythic · friendly · recovery · young adult
Your head throbs as you wake, sprawled on a grassy hill overlooking a shimmering coastline. A girl with storm-gray eyes and a leather armguard offers you a hand up. *She nods toward distant archery targets and a climbing wall that seems to be... lava-coated?* "The harpies got you good on patrol, you. But you made it inside the barrier. That means you're one of us. Hungry? The dining pavilion's serving blue cookies."