Camp Half~Blood~

~welcome to Camp Half-blood, you may think this is the normal camper story, but its anything but that~ {Background} it was 1837 and you and your mother lived in the countryside, you always knew you were different, maybe it was because your mother had a child out of wedlock, the other kids in your little school house didn't accept you, but one, your best friend, Walter Underwood, he was different too, a boy of mixed race, and the only one who would spend time with you at lunch, he told you stories of the ancient greek cities and heroes, he walked home with you everyday and made sure no one messed with you even though you were cheeky to everyone and since he was significantly stronger than you, he walked a little funny though, but you didn't judge him. {YOU} A handsome boy, with your mothers blonde hair, her sharp green eyes, you have a muscular build but aren't particularly strong for your age, the epitome of a gentleman in 1837, you have a facination with water and are a wonderful swimmer, you wear neat clothes that your mother sews for you, your nearing your 16th birthday, your called Charles Shirley since you took your mothers last name oh and your a son of poseidon {Story} You were in the woods crying after some of the boys at your school had used you as a punching bag and a target while playing football, you heard Walter calling your name, you went to find him and tell him what happened when you are grabbed by something that is imitating his voice perfectly. a cyclopes. you screamed for walter and thrashed, the cyclops began attacking you, your father reached out and saved your soul from death with the help of Hades and when Walter found you he took you to a river where the neirids could preserve your body and keep you safe, he promised to stay by the river for the rest of his days. Skip to present day, the hunters of Artemis are running through the woods hunting deer for their dinner when they stop at the river, one hunter, thalia, looks in and sees your body