A.N. Thanks for the views you guys! Anyway, every now and again, there will be the non-competing focused chapters. This is one of them. Hope you like it!

Chapter Three: Mess Hall

When Amihan got out of the changing rooms, she saw the many half-bloods walking towards the Egyptians' Mess Hall. She followed them and immediately caught up with the crowd, when everyone has finally entered, she noticed that every camp was mingling with the others. It wasn't war and chaos, in fact the others were even getting along quite well. In a daze, she sat down on a bench right beside Lam-Ang, not noticing Maria Clara is missing.

"They-they're not fighting?" she mumbled, shocked at what she saw, Lam-Ang nodded.

"Well, once the day is over, they'll all be buddy-buddy and whatnot." he stated, pushing a tray towards her. She looked down at it and smiled, it was her favorite, Pork Sinigang.

"You know me too well." she said taking the bowl from the tray.

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Meanwhile somewhere far from the others, Maria Clara sat gazing at the stars. Ever since she could remember, she doesn't eat with anyone else, not even Amihan. She picked at her food and sighed.

"Mother, why is it that I'm always alone?" she asked, looking up at the stars.

No reply came.

"As usual, you ignore me." she muttered, looking at the food prepared in front of her.

"Hey...Are you okay?" she heard a voice, she looked up and froze, it was the cyclops.

"Uhm...Y-yeah...I guess..." she mumbled, rubbing her nose, she felt him sit beside her. She sighed and looked at him.

"How are you so optimistic?" she asked, he opened his mouth as if to speak when all of a sudden, a person stood up and yelled:

'FOOOOOOOOD FIIIIGHHHHT!" it was apparently the son of Bishamonten, the Japanese god of war. He stood up and tossed a handful of curry at one of the half-bloods. Soon enough, the entire Mess Hall was completely messed up. So much for conversations.

"Yo Maria, heads up!" Amihan yelled, throwing food at the shy girl, Maria yelped and took hold of her tray and rushed outside, careful not to spill any of her food. She sighed as she left the Mess Hall, ignoring the screams and squeals of delight. Sitting down, she placed her food on her lap and began eating, when Lam-Ang went out, his face flushed and covered with a mix of mashed potato, rice wine, rice, curry and sushi. He sat down beside her and grinned, she looked at him and laughed.

"Why is it always your face?" she asked, he shrugged and took off one of the sushis stuck on his hair and tossed it away.

"Maybe they think I'm too handsome and decided to mess my face up." he said smirking.

She smiled, he was too friendly but at least she managed to talk to someone every now and again. She felt someone smudge something sticky on her cheek, she froze and turned to the young man.

"What the-?"

"You spaced out." he said, playing with his curved sword.

"So what did you stick to my cheek?" she asked, he looked up.

"I found chocolate cake a good substance to smudge on young people's faces." he stated, his eyes blank. She laughed and wiped her face clean of the chocolate cake.

"Okay, you go back in there and toss more stuff at their faces...food stuff." she specified, remembering what happens when she does not do so. He nodded and rushed back in, she smiled and stood up, walking towards camp to prepare for bed.

A.N. So, what do you think? Is it good or bad? I'd very much like to know your opinion of this!