A car rolled up at the base of Camp Half-Blood, and out of it walked a boy with skin that was as red as blood. From the drivers side they driver satyr called out to the boy, "Have Fun Kid, I would Take you up, but I have more kids to find." With that, the satyr rolled up the car window, and drove off into New York City.
The boy was of course Angron, who had just been saved on his sixteenth birthday, from a red demon thing. Now he was at this camp with only a sword that the satyr gave him. Of course he painted the sword red in the car for fun, and to buy time, but still it was nothing much.
"Well," He said looking up at a gaint pine tree, "Here goed nothing."
With that he started to climb the hill getting closer to the big pine tree. Angron wondered about this camp though. The person who took him here was a satyr from all those old greek myths. He said this camp had other children like Agron. Well hopefully they were nice kids. The last thing Agron needed was to get mad, and start spilling blood everywhere. Finally though he reached the tree and looked out onto his new home.