Willow POV
It was morning. We gathered our things and set onward for Camp Half-Blood.
(Time skip: 30 mins)
Soon we were nearing Camp Half-Blood, my bow in my hands as we trudged up the hill. The hills were endless, luscious and green, it was hard to believe it was once an enemy. But that was what Gaea was: enticing, luring you into her trap. I was just about to yell at Woodrow for the third time about how he can go another hour without a tin can when we spotted a pine tree in the distance. "This is it!" I yelled into the warm, breezy air. Woodrow gave a faint smile and then proceeded to collapse onto the grass. "What're you doing, exactly?" I half-shouted. "We're nearly there!"
"Jeez Willow, can't I just rest for a second?" Woodrow whined.
"Do you want your tin cans or not?" I said sternly.
"Alright, alright, let's go" he said as he attempted to stand up. He tried again.
"A little help?"
"Ugh, you lazy-"
We were interrupted by a voice that appeared out of nowhere. "And who do you think you are?" A tall, lean dark-haired boy was staring down at me. We almost matched in hight. His eyes where deep, brown and cold, looking like they had seen too many things. His skin was pale and close to white, and his face showed no emotion. We matched glare for glare. "Well..." I said turning to Woodrow. "I think I'm a demigod."
