Hey guys, I need some characters to be submitted. I'm not too bothered about who their parents are or whatever... I'd prefer it a lot if everyone uses a different God to each other. I.e. no one else can use Apollo. Also, remember - they've got to resemble their godly parents. For example, a child of Ares may be naturally gifted in all areas of fighting, but will not necessarily be a strategic or intelligent thinker. Anyway, I'm accepting about 10 characters:

3 Main characters

3 re-occurring characters

4 Minor characters

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Chapter One: Birthday Presents.

The summer had been a fairly boring one for me - nothing interesting had happened, and I hadn't seen my friends, as most of them were either in the camp or not in New York. This was probably the reason I was so excited to leave home. I had only been there for a month, but in my time away I had had my eighteenth birthday.

What was funny about my birthday, however, was the fact that I had received a present. Or, at least I was going to receive one - it was waiting for me at the camp. As soon as I had heard, I had gone to get on the bus to the camp - a full month before I was originally meant to come back.

I got off the bus, shoving the messy black array on out of my eyesight. I looked up at the sun, to see it blazing high in the sky on a cloudless day. I couldn't help but grin to myself. He must've been in a really good mood today.

When I made my way into the camp, briefly saying 'hi's and 'how-you-doing?'s on my way to the other camps occupants who had stayed, I walked to Apollo's Cabin, which was, as always, empty. I was the only child of Apollo in the camp it seemed. They used to be more apparently, but after the battle...

I caught sight of someone inside, standing beside my bed - Chiron, the activities director... also the resident centaur.

"Chiron?" I asked curiously.

"Ah, Cassius." He smiled at me. "Happy birthday."

"It's a bit late." I grinned, taking off my bag and dropping it beside my bed. I immediately caught sight of the objects on my bed - one was a black ebony bow with gilded spirals around the dark wood, a quiver full of arrows with golden tail feathers, and a small golden clipper-lighter. I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at Chiron. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't smoke." I said, picking up the lighter. Chiron smiled.

"Light it." I raised an eyebrow and pulled down on the flint, and a long blade shot out of the lighter. It felt nearly weightless, unlike most of the other sword at the camp. I grinned to myself as I twirled it around, getting use to the sudden lightness in my palm. "A birthday present from your father." I looked at Chiron, mouth slightly agape. As I turned back to the blade, I saw a small symbol on the pommel - a burning sun. I grinned to myself, running a thumb along the hilt, and making the sword collapse back into the small golden lighter.

"Thanks Chiron."

"Thank him, not me." I grinned, looking at my other weapons.

"I'm guessing these came from him as well?" He nodded. I picked up the bow - it was fairly small, making it easier to carry, and had a series of curves through the thin wood.

"It's about time you had your own bow." Chiron smiled. "At least, I'm assuming that is what Chiron thinks." I grinned. "Okay, fun time's over - time for letters home." I rolled my eyes.

"I just came from home - I think they'll be fine without a letter for at least a week." Chiron smiled and exited my cabin, leaving me to pull back the string of my bow, beaming.

I put down my bow once again and picked up my lighter, clicking it into a sword, then back into a lighter and so on. Eventually I came to the window, seeing the fiery sun burning in the sky. I grinned, 'sheathing' the sword.

"Thanks dad."