The sunlight blasted through the gap in the violet coloured curtains; creating a beam of pale, butter yellow light that directed itself directly into Kristina Levy's face, awaking her from her drowsy sleep in the Apollo cabin. She opened her eyes grudgingly, and retracting from its brightness, bended the beam of light out to the other direction. It was just one of the freaky talents she was born with, she had certain abilities with light, she was able to bend light, create illusions and emit orbs of light from her hands, she didn't like it at first, but she learnt to love it, it was a skill that many didn't have. She ran a hand through her tangled black bob, and rubbed her green-blue eyes, the exact colour of her father Apollo. Realising there was no hope in getting back to sleep she drew the curtains to reveal a sky the colour of diluted blue ink, and started getting ready for another day at camp.

Meanwhile, at the sparring arena, William Kilmurray and Jake Cotton had already started their day. They ducked and dived as they fought each other with their swords. They loved doing this, and this was one of the many perks of being in Camp Half Blood. William and Jake had become friends pretty much immediately, they had arrived at camp at pretty much the same time, so they both it as strange as each other when they had first came. They also both had similar experiences with hellhounds; both had similar consequences too, so they could relate to each other easily. Jakes mother was attacked as well as him by a hellhound, leaving her needing to have constant supervision in a hospital, Jake couldn't live with himself because of this, and he couldn't bear to see his mother again after what he caused, so stayed at camp all year round, staying with most of his siblings at the Hephaestus cabin. William had fared slightly better, although the hellhound attack was slightly more vicious, leaving him with a pale pink scar up the side of his right arm. He had been travelling to Camp Half-Blood with his father, when one had attacked, almost killing his dad. William was very thankful for his mother, the goddess of victory, Nike, at this moment as he had prayed to her when he was in most danger, and his two swords had appeared at his sides, and he had managed to destroy the hellhound. Luckily, William's father made it unscathed, but he still was traumatised by the event, and hasn't really been the same since. The boys were laughing as they fought, Williams chestnut mop of hair kept on flying into his eyes and making him lose concentration for a second, giving Jake and unfair advantage he believed as Jake didn't have any hair difficulties with his short, spiked black hair. They continued to fight, mixing skill, speed and agility to see who would come out on top, until Jake managed to press his blade up against William's throat, and also incorporating a twist of the thumb to allow William to drop his weapon. "I knew I would get you in the end!" exclaimed Jake, giving William a high-five as he did so.

"I'll say it again, you probably are the better fighter, but that doesn't mean you're the fastest! RACE YOU BACK TO MY CABIN! GO!" shouted William, as he sped off down the track to the main camp.

"Hey! That's not fair!" screamed Jake, as they both ran down the path, laughing so much probably the whole camp could hear.

The Aphrodite cabin was a busy affair in the morning; you needed a gas mask if you didn't want to inhale any hairspray or perfume. Constantly, you heard shouts of 'Can I borrow your eye shadow?' or 'Does this top make me look fat?' All of this was a bit too much for Lola Thompson, as she tied her curly blonde hair into a messy bun, trying not to sneeze at the assortment of powders drifting through the air. She just desperately wanted to get out in the fresh air. Lola wasn't very conventially 'Aphrodite'. She wasn't that fussed on looks or image, and wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in the cabin, though she was still pretty. She wasn't squeamish or not afraid to fight either, and she loved to chariot race and Pegasus ride. However, she loved romance and partying, so there were a few factors in her that were obviously influenced by her mum. Although she wasn't the most popular in the cabin, it was very different at her mortal school. Her father owned a very well-known, popular company, so Lola was very rich, gaining her many friends at her school. She saw through these people however, and tried to stay away from them. As she battled her way through the throngs of clothes and make-up she made her way to the door, after tripping on a few stray shoes, and into the morning air.

The sea washed upon the pebbly sand, making a satisfying swooshing noise as Intrepide Mont sat on a rock on the side of the beach, watching the waves go in and out as her green eyes followed a bird swooping down low by the sea. She had been awake since six, after having nightmares, she realised that there was no point going back to sleep, as there was no point, and she was too frightened. She didn't act frightened though, being a daughter of Ares, she felt obliged to act tough. She also didn't really want many excuses for people to talk to her as she preferred her solitude, with an exception of a few people she trusted. Intrepide had had a very traumatic past dealing with monsters; she had lost many a person she loved because of them and because of who she was. When she was only two years old, her mother had died of a monster attack, she had lived in France then, a place close to her heart, and she was French, though she spoke with an American accent her uncle Sven had taken her to New York when her mother had passed to raise her. When it was time for her to go to camp, her Sven had taken her and had been killed along the way by a hydra attack. This had been very traumatic, Intrepide couldn't fight the hydra back, and Sven had died defeating it. She felt so guilty, and totally blamed herself for everything that happened. The attack had left her with a thin scar down her left cheek, which most people thought was cool, but to her, it was just a painful reminder of the havoc and misery she created. She tucked her long, ebony hair behind her ear as she blinked tears out of her emerald eyes, and made her way down to the dining pavilion.

It was just another day at Camp Half-Blood for all of them.