Camp Half-Blood

As you finally arrive at the border of the camp, beaten and bloodied from your run in with a minotaur. But you are not out of the woodworks, as a billowing MOO rang out amongst the tree line. The Minotaur was hot on your heels and threatening to be upon you at any minute but your body was weak from exhaustion and your fluctuating adrenaline. As the Minotaur emerges from the tree line, all hope seems lost as its axe glistens with your crimson blood from the many glancing hits it had landed on you. When all of a sudden, blurs of bronze and silver dash past you as a handful of campers rush forward to meet the monster head on. Amongst them was a female with sandy blond hair and grey, strategic eyes, a male with brown hair and sea green eyes, and a second female, this one with chocolate brown