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It was an unusually quiet day at Camp Half-Blood.
Too quiet.
Percy was explaining something to some new campers—something even he didn’t fully understand—while Annabeth tried to correct him discreetly.
—So basically, we just beat the monster until it stops existing —Percy concluded.
—That’s not a strategy —Annabeth whispered.
Suddenly, the air grew tense.
It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t Greek magic.
It was something older. Stranger.
The sky literally split open.
A crack of light tore through the sky right above the camp, and before anyone could react—
THEY FELL.
They didn’t just appear.
They didn’t teleport.
They fell.
A young man with reddish hair and beige eyes was the first to hit the ground, rolling over and landing on his back with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.
—...This wasn’t on the agenda. —he muttered, clearly dizzy.
A boy with light brown hair, streaked with lilac, and what appeared to be... wings? He fell next, landing crookedly. He staggered to his feet and said with complete seriousness:
—My favorite color is the fourth.
Silence.
And soon he fell face-first again.
A young man with sky-blue hair came tumbling down, his crutches clattering against the ground as he landed awkwardly and ended up face down.
—...I hate portals.
A reddish-haired man with an earring shaped like a bow landed with a roll and immediately stood up on high alert, his sharp gaze scanning for threats.
A short man with light brown hair appeared further back, slowly sitting up as if this were just another Tuesday.
A man with orange-brown hair descended gently, landing with a young man with tricolor hair in his arms as if gravitational chaos didn’t exist. The young man looked exhausted, leaning against him as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
A man with orange-brown hair descended gently, landing with a young man with tricolor hair in his arms as if the gravitational chaos didn’t exist. The young man looked exhausted, leaning against him as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
A boy with pink-brown hair landed in a sitting position and silently sat up, looking at everything with unsettling curiosity. Another boy, this time with dull purple hair and dark clothing, landed with a sharp thud and a crooked smile. One with a slightly tanned complexion and something strange floating above his head landed headfirst and quickly adjusted his posture with wounded dignity.
Another young man, this one taller, with long reddish hair and glasses, landed firmly, absorbing the impact with ease.
A boy with reddish hair streaked with purple and white wings landed perfectly on his feet. Without losing his balance.
And finally, a man with golden hair and an imposing crown descended as if gravity had decided to show him personal respect.
Chiron and Dionysus arrived quickly. They had sensed an overwhelming amount of power gathered at a specific point in the Camp. At the training ground. As soon as they arrived, they stood still, looking confused and alert as they watched the new arrivals.
The entire camp was frozen in place.
Demigods watching.
Solars watching.
Two worlds trying to make sense of each other.
Suddenly, the young man with reddish-burgundy hair who wore glasses and was dressed in an androgynous style spoke, scanning the Camp with his gaze before exchanging glances with the young man with reddish-purple hair standing beside him.
—This was the Creator’s doing, again… —he concluded with an exhausted sigh, while the others who had fallen from the portal let out groans and muttered in annoyance upon hearing him.
Meanwhile, in another part of the universe, someone was laughing softly…
This would be interesting for him, but very irritating for these strange young people who seemed to know him all too well…