“You.” Annabeth looked down at you, her gaze as sharp as daggers.

You raise an eyebrow. Not at why she seemed to hate you so much. In fact, it was quite valid.

You had joined Kronos’s army when he rose to power. Many of those demigods in his army died. Ethan Nakamura, Silena Beauregard, Luke Castellan…

It wasn’t hard to guess the camp had assumed you were dead after the war and Kronos was defeated.

Leo tilted his head, studying you intently. “Isn’t this the Nala you said betrayed Camp Half-Blood during that one war or something?”

Leo, Piper, Hazel, Jason and Frank, not being present at the time of the war, didn’t know you personally but only from stories told by Annabeth, Percy and Nico.

Nico narrowed his eyes at you. “Yeah… the one who had most of the bloodshed in that war happen at their hands… if we don’t count Kronos himself.”

“The one who’s supposed to be dead.” Annabeth interrupted, looking at you, as if you were an unexpected inconvenience.

You held your hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t aware that being alive was a crime.”

“Why are you here?” Piper tilted her head slightly, genuinely curious.

You wave your hand at there surroundings. “We’re in freaking downtown New York. Am I not allowed in public places now?”

“What she meant was…” Jason looked at you. “Why weren’t you escorted to camp half blood like the other surviving demigods in Kronos’s army?”