Willow's POV
We slowly walked up the hill, and after seeing the pine tree up close I knew at once that this was Camp Half-Blood. We walked through the gates and I had to stop and stare. This place was huge. Woodrow kept on walking. " Come on, Willow!" He said, tugging my arm. I was dazed. The hills never ended. Not a single cloud appeared in the sky. As far as I know, this could be demigod paradise! My daydreams were interrupted by a smooth, sweet voice that made me lulled. " Hi there, what's you're name?" A girl with tussled brown hair looked at me warmly. "Oh, um, I um...." I stammered off. Her words made me drowsy, and when I looked up at her, her eyes sparkled with a million different colors. "She shook her head. "Darn, I gotta stop doing that." I stared blankly at her, then snapped out of my daze. "Oh, um, my name's Willow. Willow Vitali."
