Just my attempt at a drabble in the POV of an Ares camper. A total fail, I know, but hey; a girl can try. I hope you like it(:
The Ares' cabin has gone far too long without recognition. To the camp we're merely the cabin to call during a fight and we're supposed to shut up and be invisible the rest of the time.
Well guess what; that's not going to happen anytime soon.
Everyone under appreciates us. Nobody thinks we're good enough, like we're just a bunch of violent fools. No. We're more than a cabin full of emotionless brutes; we have feelings too, just like everybody else. We hurt, we defend, and even though everyone seems to think otherwise, we love and cry too.
We just wish people would realize that.