Annabeth P.O.V

"Alright class, take your positions." I was teaching master's archery, Percy may be rubbish at archery, but I could hit a bulls-eye at 150 yards.

They took their positions, "Take aim." Their posture was mostly good and their aim was in the right direction. "Fire!"  They all got bulls-eyes except one. A new kid, son of Apollo, he was 12, the age Percy was when he came to camp. I walked up to him and asked him to take  another shot, he looked really scared. It was weird, having some of the younger campers actually afraid of Percy and I.

I watched his position and technique. He was holding the string slightly wrong, it wouldn't have made a difference with slightly closer targets, but at this range it could be a serious problem. I corrected it for him and he hit a bulls-eye first time, he stuttered a thank you and kept practising. After that I told the class to keep practising, occasionally correcting techniques.

After the lesson I was walking with Piper talking about the newer campers.

"How could they not be afraid of you? You have done literally everything, you've been to freakin' Tartarus and come out alive. You're pretty intimidating." I stared at her.

"What!?! No I'm not!"

"Yes, Honey, you are." Then she walked off to break up a fight which had broken out between her half sisters leaving a stunned daughter of Athena behind her.