Ryan's POV
Ryan Harper stood outside of his cabin, alone. He knew Tia was waiting for him. The whole camp was having a "battle" practice, and he was expected. The whole Demeter cabin was there, including their leader Tia Avalon. She would probably kill him if she knew he was planning on skipping out on practice. This was the eighteenth time in a row, and she had the scar to prove it. He winced, knowing Tia would tell Lupa about this. He'd be punished, for skipping out on every activity and disobeying her and the cabin leader.
Tia had found him. She was half-mad, half-annoyed in the way one gets with little kids when they do something wrong.
"Quis es vos effectus? Vos es volo futurus procul meditor. Is est duodeviginti vicis , iam. Ego sum dico Lupa." What are you doing? You're supposed to be at practice. This is the eighth time, already. I'm telling Lupa.
"Totus vox dico suus. Ego operor non tutela." Alright tell her. I don't care.
Tia stormed off, muttering something about lack of discipline, and punishment. Ryan sighed. She hadn't bothered to search him, and that was good. Although she might when she got back. He had to leave before Tia returned with Lupa, to decide what to do with him. Him and this other kid , Percy (A son of Neptune), packed a bag of stuff to survive, to run away from camp. The camp wasn't bad, just neither of them belonged, although they were both half-bloods, children of the Roman gods. Percy said he remembered a place in the North-Eastern United States. When Ryan pressed him for more information, Percy just said that region was all that he remembered.
"Great," Ryan had thought "So we just knock on every door in the North-Eastern US."
