Sorry but the first chapter has nothing to do with the PJO Characters. You should probably skip to chapter two and come back later. Well with those words I'm going to go to sleep.

Stars blazed in the night sky like the furry balls of fire they actually were. Light zipped through the branches and dimly lit the forest ground. The village surrounded by the New England forest was awkwardly silent. A wolf crouched ready to pounce on his prey in the distance. Light soon came shimmering from the horizon. The awkward silence soon became the sound of fires crackling. Muffled voices could also be heard. In one of the fine wooden houses was a little boy named Deer. He was about to do a winter ordeal of destiny and fate. 3 months in the bizarre winter forest with only a tomahawk, a bow, and a knife.

Day quickly came after dawn and the people of this land continued their daily life in this wilderness. Deer though was depressed because the chances of him dying were not in his favor. The cold would give him

frostbite and kill him. Maybe he would die from hunger. Either way, he decided that today was his last day. Stripped of his courage he went and took his early meal.

Time flew above like an eagle and suddenly the sun was at the top of the dome of the sky. He just sat there packing his stuff. In his mind he knew all of these materials were going to be a waste. With his bow slung on his back, he went to a field where he played when he was young. There, there was a stick set up so they could practice archery. He took two weary shots with his bow. None even came close. He thought of that was a sign of his death. He would never live a long life like the elders did in his village.

As he headed back to his longhouse his parents told him that he was going to the sweat lodge. A last cleansing was needed before he went out on his winter challenge. The other boys who were heading off into the mysterious wilderness were worried. For once, they were not going to be around anyone. No one will help them. It was either life or death. The last cleansing began. The steam made the room feel sticky. Sweat purified their bodies and a ritual began. Deep voices started chanting about the journey and the quest to become a man. It eventually ended and Deer jumped into the white crunchy blanket of snow. He was going to away. To a faraway place, into the New England woods to die.