Clint

As I walk back to my cabin, the door to the Hermes cabin closes behind me. I hear loud, obnoxious laughter come from those damn Hermes kids. Don't they ever know how to shut up. Gods I'm tired.

When I finally reach my cabin, I open the door and throw myself onto my bed. Not even getting changed. I just spent a whole day looking for demigods.

Ah...that feels nice. Now I can enjoy this sleep with zero interu — "Clint?" The voice came from another bed, I turn to see who it was.

I let out a sigh,"What. Oscar."

Oscar was my brother. No not half-brother, actual brother. He's only a couple years younger than me. I always looked out for him because he'd get into the most craziest amount of trouble sometimes.

"Your friends with Brooke right?" he says.

"Yeah?"

"Wha — what do you know about her?"

I frown, "Why do you wanna know?"

"Why does it matter!" Weird, why is he so mad? He lowers his voice, "I just wanna know."

"Um okay?" I reply.

"Hmmm, let me see," I think about it for a moment,"well, she's a music nerd, she's very curious about everything and she absolutely adores her father." I still don't know what this has to do with any — wait... No no no no no. No way.

"Do you have a crush on Brooke?"

"WHAT!? NO!" He tries denying it but there was no point, he was already red like a tomato.

I laugh my pants off. I struggle to keep quiet, trying not to wake the others.

"HAH! That's why your so awkward whenever your around her!"

"What? NO! It's just..." he couldn't speak.

"Hey man, whatever. Brooke's cool, just be careful. She can beat the truth out of you in seconds." I grin, "Unless of course, that's your type."

"Shut up." He turns to face the wall, defeated.

I chuckle sightly, "Goodnight lover boy." I then shut my eyes and drift off into sleep.

Fire. Fire everywhere.

The heat was killing me. Camp Half-Blood was engulfed in flames. Dead greeks littered the ground. All my friends, my family. A purple flag, waving on the hill and thousands of shapes marching down. Chiron lay next to me, bloodied and scarred. "The romans, they — they slaughtered us all!" A black figure appeared, it's voice distorted, "Death to the Greeks." I was overcome with pain, I look down and a sword was stabbed into my stomach, blood spilling everywhere.

I wake up. Getting up so fast that I bump my head on the bunk above me. Ow. I couldn't control my breathing and sweat was pouring down my face. What the hades was that all about?

"Dreams?" Standing next to my bed is Lou Ellen Blackstone, head counselor of our cabin.

I steady my breathing, "Yeah, just the usual." I respond.

"Doesn't look like the usual." She gestures to the sweat covering my face.

"It's just hot."

She doesn't seem convinced. She looks at me for a while until she decides that this isn't worth her time. "Whatever. Just remember to clean your bed — it smells disgusting."

After she leaves, I get up and switch into a new pair of clothes for the day (still the same trench coat). I change the sheets for my bed — as requested and went outside. The light hits me like a wall and blinds my vision. Jeez... tune it down, Apollo.

I look for my brother, but he wasn't there. He's probably in the arena, training.

I walk into the arena and see him practicing with his sword. He had summoned a magic dummy that could move and block attacks like a real person. He didn't notice me at first until I threw my knife, making contact with the dummies brain. It falls to the ground and disappears. My brother swings but then realise his target wasn't there anymore. He turns around and jumps.

"Jesus man. Can you not creep up on people all the time." he says.

I mock him, "Keep practicing and maybe you can actually land a hit."

"Ah — Ha, very funny," he says, "but I had him distracted making it easier for you to hit him." We both laugh and fist-bump each other, as your average brothers do. He took a break from training and sat with me on one of the benches.

"So what's up?" Oscar asked.

"Oh you know, the usual," I replied, "bad dreams."

"Mmm, that is pretty usual," he nodded.

"Hey guys!"

We both turn our heads to discover where the voice came for. Lo and behold, it was Brooke running towards us.

She walks up to us panting, "I have been — looking for you — guys everywhere. " She takes a minute to breathe. "What are you doing here?"

"Well you see," I look at Oscar with a mischievous smile, "Oscar here was practicing and took down 6 magic training dummies without even breaking a sweat."

"I did?" I elbow him on his side, "I mean... yeah, I did."

"Nice." says Brooke. Oscar's going red and he was trying his best to hide it. Oh this is too rich.

"Come to think of it, I do need help moving some stuff at our cabin. Do you mind?" she asks.

"Uhhh, I'm kinda bu —."

"He would love to," I cut in.

"Great! Follow me."

Brooke takes him by the hand and leads him to her cabin. He turns around giving me a death stare. I just respond with a thumbs up. Once they were gone I couldn't help it, I roll on the floor and start laughing.

"What is so funny Mister Asher?"

I stand up, alarmed. Turns out Chiron got here at some point, I hope he wasn't here the whole time.

"Nothing," I recollect myself, making sure I look presentable, "what can I do for you?"

He wipes the look of confusion on his face and reverts back to his normal stern-self. "I want you to watch our new camper and show him around."

"Really? Another babysitting assignment? Just get someone else." I complain.

"You are the only one that he knows well enough and I don't trust him around Connor," he says. "Who knows what mischief they can get up to."

"But —"

"No buts, Clint. Just do what I ask." There was no point in fighting, once Chiron makes a decision, it's very hard to change his mind.

"Fine."

He nods and walks away. Great, now I have to babysit Jet. This'll be fun.

I walk up to the Hermes cabin and knock on the door. To my suprise, Eli answers the door.

"Hey Eli, have you seen Jet around?"

The little boy rotates his glasses. "Oh Jet? He went with Connor to the Ares cabin."

Ares cabin? Why would he go there? Oh no.

I run as fast as I can but it was already too late. I watch in horror as Connor and Jet were laughing hysterically. They had replaced all of the Ares kids weapons with balloon versions. A girl steps out of the cabin. It was the Amazon of Scotland herself, Diana. Her red hair messy, like she had just woken up.

"Where IS IT Stoll! WHERE'S me axe?"

"What do you mean?" he replies, still laughing, "your holding it right there!"

"THAT'S it," She grabsConnor by the collar, lifting him one foot in the air. Holy cow, that woman has more muscle in her arms than my entire body. "Say hi to hades for me!"

She was about to wind up her punch, ready to send Connor straight to the underworld but someone striked first. She's pushed back and taken by surprise as Jet stand sbetween her and Connor.

"Listen laddie, I know you're new around here so I'm gonna give ya this one chance," she warns, "Get. The Hell. Outta my way."

Jet doesn't move, instead he stands his ground, "Oh yeah? Make me, Braveheart."

There's silence, no one can believe what's happening. He just called her Braveheart. The balls on this kid.

A deadly stare off ensues between them, going on for about 5 straight minutes. Diana didn't flinch, nor did Jet. Everyone's expecting fists to go flying but the strangest thing happens. Diana starts to laugh, everyone's stunned. She smiles. She actually smiles and extends her hand.

She laughs loudly. "Braveheart," she says. "That's a good one."

Jet stands there perplexed. "Uh... ha-ha?"

"I like this guy!" she pulls him into a firm handshake, "You sure your not an Ares kid mate? Cause you've got the fire o' one."

"Um... thanks?" he says looking confused as everyone else was. Diana replies with a simple nod and turns to Connor.

"Now, you're gonna tell me where my axe is Stoll or so help me gods you'll get an asskicking worse than England." She starts to drag him by the ear

Connor yells in pain "Ow, ow alright ow! It's over there!"

Diana and the rest of her siblings follow Connor to where I assume all their weapons were stashed. I then approach Jet who was still standing there, confused.

"Hey Jet." I say.

"Oh hey Clint," he replies, "I didn't see you standing there. I pretty much never do."

"You having fun?" I ask.

"Uh... yeah. It's — It's been great, man. Earlier me and Connor made makeshift rocket teddy bears. That was pretty sweet."

"You also managed to make friends with the most dangerous woman in camp."

"Yeah, that too."

"Well, too bad that fun is about to stop in about... say, 10 seconds."

"What. why?"

"Cause I'm taking you on the Camp Half-Blood tour." I say unenthusiastically. "Chiron's orders."

He groans, clearly not happy with the idea. But he can't do anything about it.

Chapter 4 Done! I had some fun writing this one but the next chapter will be even more crazy!

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