Chapter 3

Stomping out the fire and putting the brazier back, and standing back, just to see if it would fall, it didn't. I sighed in relief, well that's one thing done, I thought. I walked over to the circle area, and started to pick up some of the weapons, making sure that the sharp pointy bits weren't going to stab me.

"What kind of camp has a bunch of dangerous weapons for people to use?" I muttered to myself.

"My kind of camp," A tall, heavily built camper, said, laughing and picking up a sword from the pile.

"Could you please put that back down?" I asked, "I've got to put them away," putting them into their respective racks.

"Make me," He replied, as he savagely ripped apart a straw dummy with the sword, I gulped, this guy really knew how to use a sword, I thought.

"You know, I'll leave that sword alone," I said, knowing that I'd be ripped apart if I even tried to take it back.

"You do that," He said, focusing on another dummy, before sprinting past me, grabbing a spear from the rack, making it topple down, and undoing the cleaning I had done, before stabbing the dummy, and flung it at another dummy, and then slashing another. At this rate, all of the dummies will be ripped apart by the time the next person appears.

"Hey!" I protested.

"What are you going to do? You're just nothing more than an insignificant new camper who doesn't even know what to do, aren't you?" He asked, smirking.

"Hey, why don't you leave the new kid alone?" A tanned camper said, his sea green eyes staring at the other guy's fiery black eyes, "Come on Hector, what kind of reputation would have if you only beat up the new kids? It'll make you seem like a coward to everyone around you."

"Can it Athos, you've got nothing over me," Hector retorted, shoving Athos away.

"We can always see about that you know. We are in the arena," he replied, emphasizing "are".

Quickly, I placed all the weapons on the rack, and started to push the rack away from the arena. I was not going to get involved here, even if they originally were fighting over if Hector should beat me up, or not.

"Well then, shall we?" He said, holding the sword at the ready, as Athos who put his hand over his wrist, and a deep blue trident sprung out, and into his hand, pointed at Hector. They both took one step backwards before Hector charged, letting loose a battle cry and slashing downwards at Athos, who stepped to the side, letting the sword hit the ground, before being trapped there between the forks of the trident. Hector let go of the sword and tackled Athos into the ground, about to punch him.

"Break it up you two, there has to be a more peaceful solution for whatever you were fighting about?" A girl with long, black, curled hair said, stopping the two, before looking at me and demanded, "Why didn't you try to stop them and let them fight?"

"Well, err…" I started to say, I wasn't sure how to explain the fact that they were fighting with sharp weapons, and obviously trained in using them, and I had no idea how to use weapons, and I really didn't want to be accidentally slashed to pieces, or stabbed during their brief fight.

Hector got off of Athos and faced the girl, who was petite compared to him.

"Mind your own business Irene," He said, glaring at her before walking off.

"Sorry about that, just trying to save the new kid there," Athos explained, "Sorry," then he picked up his spear and left towards the beach.

"Umm…." I said, looking around, seeing that the others had left, and she seemed to want another explanation from me, "Um, I have to clean up the camp, and so I think I should continue on that,"

"Fine, but afterwards I want an explanation," she said, before walking off.

I sighed, I'd best try to avoid here I thought, as I walked away from the arena, and towards the cabins area, trying to avoid all the glares that people were giving me for messing up the place. Hey cut me some slack, I'm new to all this! I wanted to say, but didn't. Instead I simply shut my mouth as I approached the first cabin. The red strawberries that had splattered all over made it as if someone splashed red paint over its chipped, brown paint, and over the caduceus which was placed over the cabin door. It was a mess.

Suddenly I realized something. I didn't have anything to wash off the strawberries with. A wet rag was flung at my head, and I suddenly turned around to see who threw it. It was Hector.

"You better get it done quickly, I want to be the first to pummel you into the ground," He said, before walking off to a bright red cabin further down. The boar head over its doorway seemed to stare at me. I shivered and shrugged it off as nothing. Picking up the rag, I walked over to the cabin and started to scrub the strawberries off of it. This was going to take forever, I thought.

"You seem to have no luck whatsoever. First the angering some of the gods, getting into a quarrel with Hector, and also you still have to clean the camp. How pathetic," A kid behind me said.

I ignored him, I need to finish this first, I thought, I don't need to get into any more trouble.

"Stop ignoring me! I am Adam, son of Bia!" he yelled.

"Who?" I asked, not knowing who Bia is.

"How dare you disrespect my mother?" Adam roared, causing me to wince, "I'll make you pay!"

This isn't going to end well, I thought, dropping the sponge, and started to back off slowly.