Stiles POV
Grover came running into my cabin while I was making a sword. "There's a new arrival and he just killed the Minotaur." At this I stopped what I was doing and ran with him to the infirmary. We walked into the infirmary and I saw a boy with stunning black hair, tan skin, and... was he drooling or was that me? Nope, it was absolutely, positively him. Grover caught me staring and said, "hey smithy, stop staring at him. He's unconscious and you don't know if he's straight or not." I nod. There's a story behind that nickname. One time I was building something for him and when I gave it to him, he called me Smithy and it has stuck since. Anyways, I heard a groan and we all looked towards the boy. He opened his eyes and I sucked in a breath. His eyes were the most beautiful sea green. "You drool in your sleep." I said. Grover nudged me and I looked at him offended. "Cool it. The guy just woke up, wait to make fun of him." He rolled his eyes and we looked back to the boy. "Grover what's going on?" Grover explained everything to him and by the time he was done, the boy looked ready to throw up. "Do you need a trash can?" I asked. The boy shook his head. "What's your name anyways?" I asked. "Percy. What is your name?" "You know me and this is my friend, Stiles." I wave my hand at him. Percy nods his head and starts getting up. I help him up and he walks over to the entrance of the infirmary. He turns back around and asks , " what is this place?" Out of habit i answer, "Camp Half-Blood." Percy once again nods. Grover asks him, "would you like a tour?" Percy responds, "yeah sure."
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Everything Is Not What It Seems
AdventureStiles has been going to CHB since he was 7 years old. After he met Scott, he only went to camp in the summer. It's after the Titan War and Percy Jackson has gone missing. His friends need his help, but the prophecy says only seven. Will he help? Or...
