A man stood before me, aflame. Somehow, I knew it Ares. "Mortal. You intrigue me. Will you please me? Or will—" Ares began but I cut him off. "Ok first, I don't have to do anything to please you. That's Sherman's job. The poor thing looks like he'll scrub your blood-crusted shoes for a praise. I don't know, and don't care, why you chose me, but I'll do what I want." I crossed my arms and realized I was talking to a god. Ares' eyes turn a deeper shade of red, but he remained silent. "Do not disappoint me, child." He disappeared and I woke up in cold sweat. It was morning, and one of the guys who showed me my bed was standing over me. "Wakey-Wakey, sleepy head. I'm Milo, nice to meet you." He extended an arm, and I shook it. "Milo, nice name. I'm Olivia. When's breakfast?" I immediately asked. Milo laughed and pointed outside the cabin. "It's starting in 10 minutes. I'd suggest freshening up." I nodded and entered the bathroom. My hair was plastered to my forehead in sweat. "Geez, Ares." I mumbled while combing it out and putting it in a ponytail. I skip to the cabin happily, until I see Sherman Yang. He spots me and glares. I suck air through my teeth and smile innocently. He clenches his fists and continues sharpening his weapons. I skip to him and sit at a near by table. "Hello there, fellow cabin mate." I rest my chin on my palms. Sherman rolled his eyes. "Go away, Shorty. I don't have time for you."

"Aw, please? Teach me how to sharpen a weapon, will you?" I questioned walking towards him. Yang sighs angrily and points to a nearby spear. "Alright, hurry up. Breakfast is soon." I spent the next 5 minutes learning how to care for weapons. I suppose there was no point in holding a grudge if I was going to live him with. A conch horn blows, and my ears perk up. Sherman's does as well. "Race you?" Yang challenged? I snort. "There's no competition." I take off with him at my heels.

We reach and laugh. "Is the great Sherman Yang laughing?" I mocked. "Whatever, Shorty. I won." He retorted. "Yeah, right. You wish." He rolls his eyes and we both get into the breakfast line. The options for today are fruits, waffles, and pancakes. Sherman and I take a hefty number of waffles and fruit and sacrifice to the gods. We take a seat at the Ares table and begin eating. "You're not so bad, Shorty" Yang noted. I shrugged. "You are too. But you should lay off on the bullying. It's not cool. I hear Miranda isn't into bullies." I take a bite of my waffle as Sherman turns beet red. "Really? I mean-since when was Miranda brought up?" Yang stuttered. I restrained a smile. The books hinted at a romance. "Oh, I guess it's nothing. Miranda seems to fancy you. I thought you should know. Unless, of course, you aren't interested—"

"I am! Wait, I mean, I'm curious. Does she find me…attractive?" Yang asked, ears pink. I laugh and nod. "Of course, she does. But that bullying thing, she does not. She says that she despises bullies." I rumored. Sherman nods his head slowly, following my words with careful attention. "Okay, I'll stop bullying. Do you, uh, think you could talk to her for me?" I kiss my biceps. "Personal wing woman, at your service." I insisted. Yang smiles and continues his breakfast. I spot Ace walking to breakfast. I stuff my face and then walk to him. "Bye, Sherman," I ruffled his hair and throw my plate away. Ace notices me and waves. Before I can say anymore,

Chiron's booming voice fills the room. "Olivia Flynn. Sherman Yang. Now."