To Mattie: I wasn't sure if you're still interested in being a Beta Reader, so contact me if you are.

Chapter 2

"Huh?"

"How did you do it? A potion, a spell, obviously you had help from someone with actual magic. Your sibling? If it's a friend than that friend of yours has broken some serious rules."

How'd he find out so quickly? Is it that obvious? Was it because she asked too many questions? But she had to be a Magician, why else would she get a brochure and a scholarship asking her to attend this camp?

"I'm, I'm not really sure what's going on here. But whatever it is, it's totally awesome!" she admits. "I mean, who knew that there are Wizards, and, and Magicians, and Demigods too! I mean, who wouldn't want to be a part of that? So, I kinda just went along with it, ya know."

Dylan shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground. He shuffles his right foot a bit before responding,

"Well, alright. I believe you."

Emma lets out a large sigh, "Great…" then she stops in the middle of her sigh, awkwardly hunched over, "Wait, your going to turn me in, aren't you?"

Dylan tilts his head back, "What? Heck no! I mean, I totally understand where you're coming from. My parents are Muggles, so I had no idea I was a Magician until I got the letter."

"What letter?"

"Oh, you don't know. Don't worry, I'll explain it all to you. You see, if you're a Magician or a Wizard, you get a letter the summer before sixth grade assigning you to your local school. It pretty much determines whether or not you're a Wizard or Magician."

Emma pauses, she never got a letter like that,

"Well, maybe they made a mistake. Maybe my letter got lost in the mail."

Dylan shakes his head, "No, believe me, that's impossible. Sending a letter to the wrong person is impossible. But sending a summer camp scholarship to one, it's never happened before, but I can see that happening."

So that's it then. Emma was almost certain that she was a Magician, and now she's just a mistake, a miscalculation. She thought she was special, but turns out she's just like everyone else, as usual. She starts to feel her eyes line with tears, but she blinks them back, hoping the lack of light would mask it.

"Hey, I have an idea." Dylan tells her.

Emma fully swallows her tears, "Yeah?"

"There's an Elementalist stone that the upperclassmen create in class to enhance their powers. Anyone can use it, that's why it's so hard to make, and the school only allows it's use for special projects. But I know how to make it."

"Well, great. How do you make it?"

"It's composed of pure magic, but the only problem is that it takes at least two Elementalists to create the stone. We could make it with two, but it'd still be pretty weak."

"But you're certain I could use it?"

Dylan nods.

They reach the dorm entrance, Dylan promises that they'll talk more tomorrow morning, and they split up to their dorms.

Emma opens the door to her dorm to find Mattie already there. She's sitting on her bed reading a book. Emma sits down on her own bed, not feeling comfortable enough to make conversation. Luckily she doesn't need to, "Hey, do you watch Doctor Who?" she asks.

"Umm, no."

Mattie frowns, disappointed, "What about Supernatural?"

She shakes her head.

"Well then, what are you into?"

What's appropriate for Magicians to like? So far Emma hasn't seen a TV or computer anywhere on campus, and nobody's mentioned a recreation room where such things might be. But she knows what Doctor Who and Supernatural are, Muggle science fiction shows. Are all Wizards and Magicians into Muggle TV shows, or is Mattie the exception to the rule? Oh well, it's probably better to go with the truth anyway,

"Well, if we're talking about TV, I like Pretty Little Liars and Big Time Rush."

"Hmm, ok…"

"Do you have those shows in the UK?" Emma asks.

"Of course we do, I've just never watched them…"

We spend the rest of the night in silence. Of course, just my luck to have a roommate of which I have nothing in common with, Emma thinks to herself.

Soon enough, Emma changes out of her clothes and goes to sleep. Mattie stays up to read a bit more as Emma doses off.

Fog. I'm surrounded by fog. I can't see anything. What's going on? I start to walk through the fog, but it feels like I'm walking in water, I can hardly move my legs. It's like I'm moving in slow motion. Someone grabs me and pulls me to the ground. I reach with my arms and try to pull myself back up, but I'm forced down again. The invisible hand then starts to pull me back. I try to crawl away, or at least break free, but then more invisible hands grab a hold of me. I turn around, and see that the hands are the fog itself, as the fog encompasses me and I'm completely blinded by it.

She blinks open her eyes to find herself back in her room. Tangled in her sheets, she pushes herself up. Mattie's bed is empty, already neatly made. Following her example, she makes her own bed as well, although she doesn't usually.

As she gets ready for her first day of camp, she starts to wonder how Dylan is going to convince another Elementalist to create the stone. She can't wait to use the stone, she'll be just like all of the other Magicians and Wizards.

When she walks into the mess hall, most of the other students are already there. She quickly grabs her breakfast of milk and cereal with pumpkin juice, another Wizard/Magician themed food. She searches the benches for Dylan, and finds him with the blond Elementalist from the duel yesterday, Ivy.

"Hey Emma. Dylan's been telling me all about your predicament, and, I'll gladly help you two." Ivy tells Emma as she sits down next to Dylan.

He told her?! Emma couldn't believe that he'd betray her so quickly. Usually it takes at least a day before her friends blurt out her latest secret.

"Really…" Emma trails off, cautious.

"Of course, if you'd do something for me in return." she reveals to them, still maintaining her sweet tone of voice.

Of course there's a catch. Most of Emma's friends are just like this, willing to help, as long as there's something in it for them. Dylan however, seems to be completely up for the task,

"What do ya need?"

She flips her long blond hair and gives an innocent smile before continuing,

"Well, you know the WWW store they have in the town a couple miles from here?"

Dylan nods, and so does Emma, even though she has no idea what she's talking about.

"Well, could you possibly get me some Cupid Crystals from there?"

Cupid Crystals? Sounds like a street name for some drug. Maybe that's what Cupid Crystals are, and the WWW store is code for a drug dealer in town. Hopefully Dylan knows what he's doing.

"Sure, we can get them today after camp." Dylan agrees without Emma's input.

Ivy gives a wide grin, revealing perfect teeth, "Great! Thanks guys!"

Suddenly, the mess hall grew quiet as a group of adults walk in. One of those adults is Professor Erin, the rest of the adults Emma had never seen before. She never noticed the actual absence of adults on campus until now. Did these adults just arrive or have they been here all along and she just never noticed them?

One adult, an older man steps forward. Nothing appears out of ordinary with these adults, apart from the weird cloaks and oversized sweatshirts adorned with bright colors and strange patterns. Before, Professor Erin had been wearing normal clothes, but now she's wearing a bright blue cloak with yellow stars and moons.

The older man himself wears a simple black cloak, so at least sunglasses aren't required to have to look at him,

"Campers! Welcome to Glimmerstorm Camp for the Dramatically Different! I'm the camp's director, Professor David, and before we can get you all started on your first day of camp, there're some ground rules we have to go over."

Another professor steps forward, another man much younger than the first. He's dressed entirely in normal-ish clothes, black skinny jeans and a matching leather jacket, with the exception of his large black pointy hat,

"First of all, we'd like to welcome back our Demigods, coming back for their second year at our camp."

Oliver, Leah, and the other Demigoddess give small waves as the rest of the campers give a hand to them.

"And secondly, we had a problem last year with campers leaving campus without permission."

Of course the camp isn't open campus. She should have realized sooner, what with the younger kids being around. Her group of friends look like some of the oldest kids at camp, now that she's gotten a chance to really look around.

"No student may leave without a permit from a teacher, or during a field trip with one of your classes."

Great, how are we suppose to get the drugs for Ivy? Not that she was looking forward to it in the first place, but now it seems like it's going to be even more of a hassle. Why would magical beings need drugs anyway, since they already have all of this cool stuff? Maybe it's enchanted drugs, but that sounds ridiculous.

The teachers go over the various rules of the camp, like curfew time, what kind of spells aren't allowed, and that prank products of any kind are not allowed.

"Hey." Dylan pokes at Emma.

She turns from the teachers to him, "What?"

"Don't worry about sneaking past the teachers. I got a plan." he tells her.

That's a relief, while Dylan doesn't seem like the competent type, what with his lazy slouch and messy hair, it's not like she could do any better.

Emma looks over her shoulder and notices Bay, Davey, Michael, and Mattie are whispering at their own table. They've obviously heard this speech before. They've finally changed out of their uniforms and are now wearing normal clothes. Good, no more oversized sweatshirts.

She's decided to start calling their group the Hogwarts Quartet, after the school they're all from, and the fact that they're always hanging out together.

Soon enough, the teachers hand out schedules, telling them which class is where, and send the students off to their first class. Emma's schedule has her name down as Semaj. Was it that her scholarship was sent to the wrong house? Dylan mentioned it as a possibility. To be honest, she's still kinda hoping that she actually has magical powers, but no luck. But even then, who wouldn't want to be a part of it all?

She's listed in the A age group, whatever that means. Her first class is listed as Flying. Could Wizards/Magicians fly? And how could she pull off being able to fly?

"Are we in the same age group?" Dylan asks, taking a peek at her schedule. "Yep. That's good. But of course we have Flying first. I hate that class, and the older kids always have that class first."

"What do I do? I can't fly! How do you guys fly anyway? Don't tell me I have to sprout wings or something…"

Dylan bites his lips and squints, trying to not laugh, "No, we use broomsticks, like how the Witches in those Halloween movies do. Just pretend you're really bad at flying, that's what I do."

She nods slowly. If he can get away with it, she figures she probably could too.

Flying takes place on the quad, so they don't have to walk very far. She notices that The Dueling Court has been replaced by a long rack of identical wooden broomsticks. Professor Erin and another woman in an oversized sweatshirt, presumably Professor Melinda stand patiently. Great, just when Emma thought she was done with those stupid elongated sweatshirts. They must have a name for those things, she should ask Dylan.

"Alright. As many of you know, my name is Professor Erin. Grab a broom so that we can begin." she points to the rack.

Before Emma can take a step towards the broom rack, brooms begin flying towards her. She shields her face as the brooms fly into the hands of the campers. When she opens her eyes, all of the brooms have been taken except for one. Professor Erin looks at Emma sternly, waiting for her to summon her broom. She begins to clench up, biting her lip. What is she suppose to do? She can't make her broom come flying towards her. She stares at her broom, begging it to come to her, silently whispering for it to come to her. Suddenly the broom zips at her, and she clumsily catches it as it slams into her chest.

"Good, now mount your brooms and we'll get started." Professor Melinda commands.

With her shaky hands, Emma swings herself onto the broomstick. The broom feels heavy, she can barely keep it up, how is this thing suppose to fly?

One by one, the campers take off, gliding around the campus. Emma looks down at her own broom, almost expecting it to take off. Professor Erin walks over to her,

"C'mon, lets get going."

She waves her wand, and Emma's broom slowly lifts from the ground. Emma's grip tightens on the broom as it makes it's full ascent into the sky. The broom begins to putter around at a slow, but consistent pace. Emma soon becomes comfortable with this speed and begins to steer the broom herself.

"Are you comfortable up there? Do you still feel like you need my help?" Professor Erin asks.

She knows that she can't use this assistance for the entire summer camp, but for now…

"You're ready."

Emma turns to see Dylan flying right next to her, "What?"

"Tell her you're ready to let go.""But I'll crash to the ground!"

"You won't. Trust me."

Is he insane? What is he going to do, be there to catch my body after I've died of shock?! Emma nervously ponders this before swallowing her fear,

"Yes Professor, I'm ready!" she calls out, her heart racing.

Professor Erin nods, "I'm going to let go of you in three…two…one…"

Emma squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lips as she glues her hands onto the broom handle with her nervous perspiration.

The broom makes a sudden drop and Emma's heart drops along with it before coming to a complete stop. Emma blinks a few times before she looks down and sees that she's still high up in the air. On the ground, she can see Professor Erin and Melinda give smiles of approval. Emma waves at them, "Thanks for the help!"

"That was so much fun!" Emma exclaims to Dylan as they exit the quad.

Dylan, too tired to respond, simply nods, before collapsing to the ground. Emma looks back at Dylan,

"Well, I'm not going to carry you to Potions class." Emma tells him.

He stretches out a desperate hand from the ground, "C'mon. I carried you for an entire hour using magic. The least you could do is physically carry me for a few minutes."

Emma sighs before grabbing his right arm and begins dragging him to Potions class.

The Potions laboratory is located on the second floor in the building opposite the mess hall . Emma has always imagined a potion laboratory to be a underground grotto made of cobblestone, but the Potions laboratory looks exactly like the science labs back at Emma's school. With sterile white walls, floors, counters, chairs, whiteboards, and lab equipment, the only thing in the room that isn't white is the colorful assortment of liquids, herbs, and miscellaneous objects in the various shelves and open cupboards. Professor David, the Potions Master, is brewing something at his personal table. The counters are fit for two people, and Dylan and Emma are able to score seats next to each other. As the final camper sits down, Professor David gets up from his personal table with a bottle of clear liquid in a jar,

"Students, do you know what this is?" he asks the campers.

A hand towards the front of the class shoots up, it's Kim, "That's Babbling Beverage. It causes the user to jabber on about nothing."

Professor David raises his eyebrow, "That's correct…but how could you have guessed? You can't identify a potion by just looking at it."

"I saw you brewing it earlier. Also, your potion's book is still turned to the recipe." she points to the book on his personal table.

"Egghead." Davey snickers.

Kim returns his comment with a sarcastic smile. Professor David turns around and sees Davey's smug expression and crossed arms, his feet on the table,

"You. I'm surprised that they let you come back after last year."

Professor David points to him before walking to the whiteboard, "Watch out for this kid."

Emma couldn't tell if Professor David is being serious or not. From what she'd seen of Davey so far, he seems like a bit of a jerk. But he never seems to have any malicious intent in his comments, he just says it like he's telling a joke. Maybe he's just arrogant than, Emma concluded.

"Alright children. For your first day of camp, you're going to try to create Babbling Beverage. But here's the catch, you won't be given the exact recipe. I'm going to hand everyone a list of possible ingredients and their effects when used by themselves and with each other. With this list, create the potion. All of the ingredients are on the shelf labeled "Group A". I'll give you twenty minutes."

Emma grabs the ingredient list before Dylan can and reads to herself. Mandrake root, wormwood essence, armadillo bile…what is all this stuff?

Dylan peeks over and snatches the list and reads it himself,

"Don't worry. I know what this stuff is…kind of."

Emma rolls her eyes, "I'd hope so. It's not like I'd know."

As Dylan walks over to the supply shelf, Emma ponders the Cupid Crystals Ivy wants. Why are they called Cupid Crystals? She imagines them looking like pink colored rock candy, but what do they do exactly? If Dylan thinks they're a fair trade for Ivy's assistance in creating the elemental stone, then they must be of some value. The idea that it's a drug seems less likely now that she thinks about it.

"Ok, I've got everything. The only thing is, is that I don't really know the recipe for Babbling Beverage." he confesses, dumping the ingredients on the table.

"Well, we're not suppose to know. We're suppose to guess, right?"

Dylan nods, "Based on the properties of the ingredients. I know for a fact that some of this stuff could blow this place sky high if mixed together."

Emma's palms start to sweat, what if we mess up? She doesn't like the idea of constantly relying on Dylan as a guide to the Wizarding World. What if he seriously messes up? What if she seriously messes up?

"Well, we'll definitely need some standard potioning water, so I'll go and fill up our cauldron." Dylan tells her, picking up the heavy brass bowl.

Emma scans through the ingredients. It says here that one of the ingredients, flabbergasted leeches, are commonly used for potions that cause negative effects. Constantly babbling sounds pretty negative. She finds the flabbergasted leeches in a small bottle and sets them aside. From there, she starts to go through the list and look for anything that might be a candidate for a potion ingredient. She picks through the colorful bottles and assortment of dried plants until she has a nice collection of possible ingredients by the time Dylan comes back,

"Woah, how'd you find all of the correct ingredients?"

Emma shrugs, "Umm…deductive reasoning? I don't know, it's just a guess."

"Well, it's all we have. Let's give it a try."

One by one, they put their possible ingredients into the cauldron. Dylan summons a wooden wand which he uses to stir the potion,

"Hey, why do only Wizards have to carry their wands around?" Emma asks, watching him stir the teal blue potion by just waving his wand around.

"Magicians only need their wands when doing certain things like, stirring a potion. If I used a regular spoon, it'd be sucked in by the potion, mistaking it for an ingredient. Magicians have to have their own wand too, but they have to summon it. That's the only really big difference between Wizards and Magicians. With their wands, Wizards' magic isn't as pure and isn't as powerful, but they have a larger variety of ways to use their magic, while Magicians have more potent magic, but they're restricted to either magic based around the elements like me, or to summoning dead people like Kim."

Emma's eyes fly back to the potion, "Um…Dylan…the potion?"

The potion, now a dark green, is overflowing out of the cauldron and onto the floor.

"Ah crap!" Dylan's wand vanished as he jumped back away from the mess.

Dylan pulls his hand up commandingly and roots instantly shoot up from the floor and absorb the green liquid.

"Phew, that was close."

The roots retract to reveal a large hole in the floor,

"Umm, Dylan…we're on the second floor…" Emma reminds him.

Dylan and Emma look down the hole. A group of younger children, many with wands, look up back at them. Professor David walks over and peers down the hole,

"Hey kids! Is anyone hurt down there?"

"No!" came a collective response.

"Good, I'll see you kids this afternoon. Mattie, could you clean this up for me?" Professor asks before strolling back to his personal table.

Mattie nods and waves her wand, "Sure! Raparo!"

The hole instantly closes up, the pieces returning to their respective places, and it now appears as if it never happened.

"See? There's no way I could've repaired that hole and make it look brand new like that!" Dylan explains.

Emma nods, "That's cool. But why are their two different ways to teach magic? Why can't their only be one?"

Dylan shrugs, "I don't know. Wizarding is mainly taught in Europe and Magicianizm in America, but America still usually uses the term Wizarding World. Magicianizm World…not as catchy."

Ten minutes later, Professor David is going around sampling everyone's potion. Emma's surprised how brave Professor David is, trying a possibly dangerous concoction.

"Good guess Bay and Mattie, but wormwood is usually only used for healing potions." he tells the small boy.

Mattie pouts in disappointment while Bay just continues to smile.

Professor David walks over to Davey's potion. Davey, smiling maliciously, crosses his arms and taps his foot expectantly. Professor David hesitates before trying Davey's potion. Suddenly, the professor started shaking and coughing. He falls to the floor violently as his skin starts to bubble, he begins to shrink, his hair changing from a brown to a sandy blond, his arms becoming thin and boney, and his skin smoothes out and becomes pale. By the time his transformation is finished, his clothes are three times too small, and is nearly buried under them. When he rises, he stands just as Davey's height. In fact, he now looks exactly like Davey,

"Polyjuice Potion! Davey, this is unacceptable!" the professor, as Davey, shouts at his doppelganger in Davey's pre-pubescent voice.

Davey laughs so hard he falls over. Professor David marches over to his personal table, his clothes dragging behind him in a train. He finds a small bottle before downing some of it's contents and sticking the rest in his pocket. He then begins to grow back into his clothes, and before Emma knew it, the professor was standing back as his normal self,

"Well, now that that's over, you young man, are going to be punished at the end of class today. You're lucky I have a large supply of Reversal Potion I use for tasting these potions."

Professor David suddenly snaps back into his chipper self and begins going around trying the student's potions. So that's how he doesn't feel the effects of the potions, Emma realizes. Professor David stops at Emma and Dylan's table. He tastes their potion and suddenly,

"I say hey baby! I say how ya doing baby?" he says in an Elvis-like voice.

Emma and Dylan turn and look at each other. They must have done something really, really wrong.

The professor snaps from a lax posture to a more feminine one, his left hand on his hip, "I'm no baby!" he says in a mockingly high voice, "I'm Elmo! And this is Elmo's World!"

Emma bites her lip and smiles, this is kind of funny…

"Ok baby! I can take a hint!" he says, returning to the Elvis voice, but the Elmo voice instantly comes back, "We've got a saying here in Elmo's World! La la, la la. La la, la la…here's my gun!" he shouts, pulling out an imaginary gun.

Kim, shoving past the other campers, swipes the Reversal Potion from his pocket, climbs onto the table and forces the professor to drink the last of its contents. The professor spins a little before catching himself on a nearby table.

"Aw, seriously Kim? He was fine, the potion would've worn off anyway." Ivy protests, her hands on her hips. "We're not all here to study."

Kim shrugs, avoiding eye contact with her. The professor, now somewhat balanced, wanders back to his personal table, "Thank you Kim. Emma, Dylan, good job! A little too good, too many flabbergasted leeches."

Emma and Dylan get a bunch of high fives from the campers, especially Davey,

"Man, you guys had David saying all kinds of crazy stuff! La la, la la. La la, la la, here's my gun!" he imitates, doing the imaginary gun motion.

Professor David turns to Davey, "That reminds me, I haven't dealt your punishment yet!"

The professor picks out a rather large bottle from his table full of yellow oily liquid and slams it down in front of Davey,

"This is Truth Serum. Like the name suggests, it forces you to tell the truth, no matter what the question. If you ever pull a stunt like he did today, you're going to get the same punishment." the professor turns to Davey, "Alright, you know what to do."

Davey swallows, his cocky smile gone, he uncorks the bottle and waterfalls some Truth Serum into his mouth. The minute he swallows it, his eyes become blank.

"Alright kids, ask him anything you want." he tells them, picking up the bottle and returning it to his table.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" is the first question, from Ivy.

"Leah's kind of cute."

There's ohhs from nearly all of the campers, and Emma spots Leah shuffling to the back of the classroom.

"Are you a Muggle born?" another camper asks.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I'm adopted."

Professor David then nods, "Alright then. You guys have lunch next, off you go."

Davey is supported by Kim and Dylan as the group goes to the mess hall for lunch. They're serving chicken sandwiches on sourdough bread with pumpkin juice and pudding cups. The sandwiches are shaped like chickens, the pumpkin juice in clear goblets you'd see at Halloween stores, and the pudding cups come in ghost shapes. It's like a school's Halloween lunch party, except it's June.

"Hey, are you ready to go to the WWW after school?" Dylan asks.

Emma nods, "What is WWW anyway? And what are Cupid Crystals?"

Dylan looks surprised at first, and then suddenly snaps out of it, "Oh yeah, I forgot!" he clasps his hands over is mouth, and looks around the crowded mess hall before continuing, "The WWW is short for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. It's a prank shop basically. Cupid Crystals is one of their many love potions. They're these little pink crystals that dissolve in water."

Emma gives a sigh of relief, "Oh that's great. I thought they were drugs or something."

"Nah. With all the stuff in the Wizarding World, who needs drugs?"

The Spells class is the last class of the day. Emma, in anticipation of her trip to the WWW store after school, is not as focused for this class. The classroom is pretty standard. Just a barebones room with a whiteboard and a couple of tables. Professor Sean, the Spells teacher, is separating the students into three groups, Wizards, Magicians, and Demigods. Emma, claiming to be an Elementalist, is sorted with the Magicians, of which there are only four of,

"Hey Dylan. Why are we calling the professors by their first names?" she asks.

Dylan shrugs, "I don't know. It's one of the many quirks of going to this camp, I guess. I've never encountered it anywhere else."

Professor Sean sorts the last group, the Demigods, Leah, Ciera, and Oliver. Dylan sighs, "You know, I've always wanted to be a Demigod. I mean, in my opinion, they're the best of the three groups. They have the power of a Magician, with the flexibility of a Wizard. And they have extended life expectancy. I could be a son of Hades, or a child of Poseidon, like Leah and Ciera."

In the three individual groups, Professor Sean gives different material to each group. For the Magicians, he asks the Elementalists to create a totem representing the element they are best at, and Kim, the sole Necromancer, to summon an undead minion of her choice.

"What element do you want?" Dylan asks Emma.

"Huh?"

"Well, you have to present a totem to Professor Sean, and you don't have the elemental stone yet, so, what do you want?"

Emma ponders this. If she were an Elementalist, what element would she be best at? How could she even know?

"Just give me earth. It'll be the easiest to hold."

Dylan nods and starts waving his hands around in circular motions until a small pebble forms. That pebble soon collects with other forming pebbles and small leaves begin to grow on the stones. Before she knows it, Dylan's holding a decent sized rock with vines and fresh bright green leaves growing on it with a pretty sky blue flower on top. Emma carefully takes the totem, as if it was a fragile piece of china. She holds it from the bottom, and examines it. It looks like something picked from a fancy furniture accessory shop. It could be put in a bowl of water and pass for a Japanese fountain.

"…Thank you." Emma smiles at Dylan, as she continues to admire the totem.

"No problem." he shrugs, already forming his own totem.

"Umm, after this is over, can I keep this?"

"Sure. It's pure magic, so that flower will never wither."

"Cool…"

Professor Sean comes around to the Elementalists to examine their totems. Dylan's own totem is a glass orb encasing a burning red flame and Ivy's totem, also an earth totem, is a flat surface of intertwining vines with a pristine white lily in the center. Kim has decided to summon an undead puppy made completely of bones and a singular eyeball. Professor Sean looks around at everyone's totems and Kim's morbid puppy, "Very interesting choices."

The Demigods, also asked to present totems, have a small ice statue of a mermaid from Leah, a single drop of water from Ciera, and a pair of shiny black tap shoes from Oliver.

"A pair of tap shoes? Lame." Davey comments.

Professor Sean gives Davey a stern look before continuing.

The Wizards are asked to show their Patronus, which Dylan explains is a spiritual guardian that only Wizards can summon. Davey's is a snake, Mattie's is a eagle, Bay's is a tiger, and Michael's is a porcupine. Two other Wizards are also in the group also summoning their Patronuses. After examining all of these Patronuses, Professor Sean calls the entire class together,

"I've asked all of you to create something that represents you in one way or another. It's important to remember these icons during these next few weeks. I'm sure none of the other teachers have mentioned this yet, they don't usually talk about it since normally only the oldest students participate in it."

Some of the campers murmur among each other. Emma looks to Dylan, but he just looks back to Professor Sean,

"Every year at the end of camp, we host a Dueling Tournament among the eldest and most powerful campers. You've all seen the Dueling Court outside, well, that's where we'll be holding it. Everyone will be able to watch, but only certain campers will be able to compete."

The campers looks amongst each other, and the air in the room suddenly becomes tense.

"I'll be watching each and every one of you over these next few weeks for candidates. So just try your best. Now, what we'll be doing for the rest of this class is practicing our aiming abilities."

Professor Sean waves his hand and the whiteboard disappears, replaced by practice dartboards. More appear on the other walls. The campers immediately race to a dartboard to begin practicing. Even Davey isn't as much of his usual cynical jokester self, although he's still cracking a crude comment here and there.

Emma finds a dartboard next to Dylan as he passes her rocks and pieces of ice to throw around,

"Hey, do you think I'll be able to compete in the Tournament?" she asks.

Dylan, unusually quiet, shakes his head, "They check for contraband that would enhance your performance. That includes the elemental stone, so no. I'm sorry."

Emma nods her head, and bites her lip, "Are you gonna compete?"

"Yeah. It's pretty much expected from the older kids, that's us."

"Well, then shouldn't I?"

"But you can't!" he shouts at her a little too loudly.

Kim and some of the other campers stop and turn around to look at them. Dylan shrinks into his usual bad posture and returns to hurling fireballs at the target and everyone else does too. Emma feels a heavy feeling in her heart. Her first day and she's already being told what she can't do.