*3 days later*
*using past tenses, deal with it*
It was around 2 pm when Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase and the new pair - Leopold Fitz and Jemma Simmons - got to the border of Camp Half Blood.
Pegasi flew across the sky, nymphs strode around camp, flirting with Satyrs, and campers practiced swordplay or sat on the grass, talking and watching the sky.
"So," said Annabeth - an 18-year-old camper with blond hair and tanned skin - ",this is Camp Half Blood. One of the only two safe places for demigods in the entire world."
"And where is the other one?" asked Simmons.
"California," Percy replied.
"Typical," Fitz and Simmons siad simultaneously and exchanged looks.
"What's typical?" Annabeth asked with a frown.
"That you Americans will have the only places safe for demigods," Fitz answered, getting Simmons' giggle in return.
Percy wrinkled his forehead with a frown, but Annabeth let out a laugh.
"I guess that this is typical," she said.
"So," said Fitz as they got closer to the cabins, "when will we know which one is our godly parent?"
"Soon enough," said Annabeth, "Percy got the answer very quickly. I, however, had to wait a little bit."
"Maybe that's because you don't have any talent, so no god wanted you claim you," suggested Percy and bursted into laugh, until Annabeth punched him in the shoulder and judo-flipped him 15 meters forward. He landed inside the volleyball field, interrupting the game between the campers and the nymphs.
"Say that again, Seaweed brain," said his girlfriend in a menacing voice as she crouched near him and placed her knee on his throat.
"If-if..." he said with no air, "if only you would put your knee away from my speaking tube."
"fine," said Annabeth, placed a kiss on his lips and got up, leaving him to deal with the embarassment he felt as both campers and nymphs rolled on the floor, laughing.
"Seems like an amazing place," said Simmons.
"Yeah, you're right," Fitz agreed. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Jemma Simmons," she replied and looked at him, scanning him head to toe, "what's yours?"
"Leopold Fitz," he said, "but you can call me just Fitz."
"So you can call me Simmons."
"Deal."
