The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The pegasi had yet to drop a deuce on any unsuspecting campers. In short, it was as a close to perfect as days get at Camp Halfblood. A lone figure stood at the top of Halfblood Hill, just inside the border. He stared out over the valley, and any looking on would have sworn he was doing the I-REALLY-HAVE-TO-PEE dance.
Abel Harrison bounced impatiently from foot to foot. He was waiting for his friend Charlie, but the excitement of the adventure on which they were about to embark was almost too much to take. He spotted a small figure rapidly ascending the hill and began to wave furiously.
"CHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," He whined, louder than any human as any right to whine, "C'MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!"
If a stranger were to see Abel in this moment, they would assume to be extremely immature. They would be right; as all who spoke him quickly came to know, Abel Harrison was as a close to a puppy as a buff seventeen year old could get.