Marcus knew he was a half-blood. He was 12 years old, with light brown hair, blue eyes, charred skin. He trained with Lupa, and got strong. He loved swords, and weaponry. He could sense the craft lines in the metal the presence of magical weapons. And now he was on his way to Camp Jupiter. Lupa told him to keep going north down the main highway, and he would know when he was there. On his march down the side of the highway, after what seemed like hours, he saw two teenagers dressed in roman armor, armed with weapons, which he instantly knew were spathas made from celestial bronze. He had no idea how he knew that. He could feel the presence from the weapons even from far away. And he knew that was the sign that Lupa was telling him about. When the guards saw that he noticed them, they knew they had a new recruit at the camp. When Marcus walked up to them they greeted them with a nod of the head a firm but warm "Welcome," They walked through the dark Caldecott Tunnel, also the secret entrance to camp Jupiter. When they got to the end of the tunnel, they stepped onto a large grass field, with a fast flowing river, that circled the camp. People were buzzing all around camp. They led Marcus over the bridge where he was greeted by fellow campers. Deceased roman warriors flew around the entrance. Many noticed him.
"Ah a new recruit, he will join me in the Roman Army and we will take on countries all over the globe!" One said
"Shut up Spartus! Don't mind him, he's just confused and supposed to be finding those fauns!," A strong voice said from a distance. The ghost quickly scurried off.
"Hello, don't mind him, I'm Renya, the camp's Praetor, and you are?"
"Umm, I'm Marcus," he stuttered
"Well, hello there Marcus, do you have any reference letters with you?"
"Um, what is that exactly?" Marcus asked
"Anything that was given to you, when you knew you were coming here,"
Marcus perked up, he was wanting to ask someone about this. "When I was with Lupa she gave me this, she said it was a gift from my father." Marcus pulled out a red lighter, with finely crafted metal and designs that lined the object. Marcus flipped it and instead of erupting in flame was a large metal sledge hammer with glowing red ashes inside of it that, made steam come off from all sides.
Reyna looked breath taken. A bunch of campers took notice, and at once everybody announce," Welcome Marcus, Son of Vulcan, god of craftsmanship and fire,"
Marcus was shocked. He always had a knack for building, and weaponry, and had a tendency to stare into the fire in his living room for long hours, but still he was not expecting this. Marcus could hear his name being repeated among a buzz of conversation. But quickly after, everybody returned to what they were doing, and the conversations died down. After most everybody left, Reyna approached him again. She still looked pretty astonished.
"Well, Marcus, Son of Vulcan, that is quite a reference letter, but we still do not know what you can do, so for now you will be placed in the third cohort. After dinner you will be given a tour around camp, and as customary for most children of Vulcan, a workshop inside the camp armory, and craftery.
Spartus will show you to your cabin. She called out for him, and he got lead to the barracks. When he stepped inside the barracks for the third cohort, everybody looked up and stared at him. No body said a word. He took a empty bunk at the end of the room, a boy that looked about 13 or 14, approached him and said," Hi, I'm Tyler, welcome to the third cohort."