Logan

After seeing all the people surrounding the campfire as a light green shroud embroidered with little tridents along the edges and a large picture of the Empire State Building in the middle was placed onto it to burn, Logan actually felt like crying himself.

This Percy kid, whoever he was, sure had a lot of friends. A bunch of people got up to speak a few words about him. Two guys named Connor and Travis talked about how he would sometimes help them on raids of the nearby gas station. A very muscular boy, who upon speaking Logan realized she was a girl, named Clarisse said he was the most annoying, but also greatest besides herself, warrior she had ever met. A kid with one eye named Tyson talked about how he and Percy would have such great times going on adventures and eating peanut butter. Even the girl who had rescued Logan, who turned out to be named Thalia.

There were a bunch of other kids too: a kid in a green army jacket, a girl who made everyone sob like a bunch of babies just by saying the word cry, a really buff dude with a babyish face, even a dude wearing a rasta cap who also had goat legs. But the one who was the saddest was a blonde girl who completely broke down in the middle of her speech. Must be his girlfriend, Logan thought.

But no matter who was talking one word always rang out in their speeches: hero. No matter who was talking they always called Percy a hero.

Logan leaned over to the girl standing next to him and whispered "Wow, this Percy dude sure was well liked, huh?"

The girl looked over at him with a sour look on her face. She had snow-white hair and even though it was like 85 degrees outside she was wearing a light blue hoodie and a black windbreaker over that. She whispered to him "Show some respect dilweed. Percy Jackson was a hero!"

There was that word again. Hero. Once the funeral was over a man with a long, but well kept, beard, sitting on the back of a horse, no, scratch that, he was a horse, cantered up an said "I know that we all have sorrow in our hearts, but now, because the hunters of Artemis are here, it is time for the inaugural game of Capture the Flag!"

Even though a funeral had just happened, about half the camp still cheered. Logan was only a newbie at the camp, but the campers still helped him get ready. Since he hadn't been "claimed" yet Logan didn't have anywhere to live yet, but one of the kids from the Apollo cabin named Will Solace helped him pick out a weapon for the game.

"Just take whichever weapon you want." he said encouragingly. "Personally I would go with a bow, but that's just me.

Logan looked around the shed the campers used to store weapons. He saw a couple of bronze knives, a few bronze spears, a lot of bronze swords. Basically a whole lot of bronze.

"We use Celestial Bronze to forge all of our weapons," Will explained, "It's one of the few metals that can kill monsters. That and Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron, and Lunar Silver."

"Lunar Silver?" Logan asked, while admiring a Springfield '03 rifle.

"Yeah," Will explained, "it's what the hunters' arrows are made of. It's the only kind of metal that can kill Lycanthropian Wolves, like the one that I hear attacked you."

Logan was now towards the back of the shed. He hadn't found anything that really interested him. Then he saw the bow.

It was a bright silver, collapsible compound bow. Logan picked it up and pressed a small button on the shaft and it sprang into full size. It was the best bow that Logan had seen.

Next to it was a quiver full of arrows of all kinds. For some reason Logan new which arrows were which just by touching them. He pulled out an arrow, put it into the string, pulled back, and shot it straight at the open door. Fortunately Will had the common sense to duck. The arrow sailed out the door and fell, sticking out of the ground about ten feet away from the door.

Will walked outside, pulled the arrow out of the ground, and gazed in awe at the junebug the arrow had hit right in the middle. "Whoa," Will exclaimed, "I'm glad you're on my team. We will take those hunters DOWN!"

Logan was excited. Less than 3 hours at the camp and someone was already glad he was here. Just then a conch horn blew near the dining pavillion.

"Time for dinner," Will said excitedly, "then we go to the woods for Capturethe Flag!"