Jordan, the newly claimed Son of Apollo, stood in a cluster of about ten or twelve of his half-siblings as they all waited to watch the sun rise.
Anyone who had ever known him before camp would never have used the phrase "morning person" when describing him.
Still, to this day, he still groans as his mental alarm clock goes off in his head, waking him usually before six A.M.
The sun slowly rose from behind a cloud, and before he could stop himself, he belted out:
"Risin' up, back on the street…" Jordan's shaky voice trailed off as his face turned a violent shade of red, fearing to look over his shoulder and see every eye on him.
"Did my time, took my chances…" One of his sisters chimed in a melodious way. Jordan glanced up, meeting her eyes.
"Went the distance now I'm back on my feet, just a man and his will to surviiiiive!" The pair continued together, their voices intermingling in harmony.
"So many times, it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory!" Two other Apollo children sang in unison.
"Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight to keep them aliiiive!" The quartet belted out proudly.
"Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, Bum BUm BUM!" Will Solace whistled from the back of the group.
They stopped suddenly, the entire group looking from face to face.
"It's the," They all began together. "Eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight! Risin' up to the challenge of our rivals! And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night," They continued just as the sun poured over the treeline, warming their faces. "And he's watchin' us all with the eyyyye,"
"Wow, that is high…" Jordan coughed, his voice cracking under his sibling's.
"Of the tigerrrrr!" They finished the chorus in unison.
"Face to face, out in the heat! Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry! They stack the odds, still we take to the street, for the kill with the skill to survive!"
Apollo sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked on through the viewing portal.
"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight! Risin' up to the challenge of our rivals! And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night, and he's watchin' us all with the eyyyye, of the tigerrrrr!"
"Those are my kids." He chuckled softly.
"Hey, shut up! We're trying to sleep!" Clarisse La Rue's voice bellowed, just as an oversized combat boot flew out of no where, striking Jordan in the face and sending him flying into the dirt.
"And that's mine." Ares laughed, his voice mocking.
"I'm okay!" Jordan exclaimed, hoping back to his feet, rubbing the tender mark on his cheek.
"Welcome to the family, brother." Will said, clapping his younger brother on the back.
Jordan smiled brightly.
Welcome to the family.
A family…
He never had one of those before.