Sarah

When the conch blew Sarah was in the middle of climbing the rock wall. Dang it, she thought, the lava was just starting to flow!

It was probably just as well seeing as whenever she got too close to the lava she passed out. Extreme heat had that effect on children of Boreas. Whenever things get too hot they lose all their energy. It didn't help that Sarah had to wear a hoodie AND a jacket 24/7. Sarah loved the cold, but it was just annoying having to be surrounded by freezing temperatures at all times. Children of Boreas literally projected cold air.

She rappelled down the wall and got her harness off. She blew her snow white hair out of her face and brushed her hands off on her pants. She walked over to the dining pavilion and sat down at her cabin's table. She only had two cabinmates and both were boys. They were the most annoying things she had ever encountered, and that included her little stepsister.

The wood nymphs brought her her usual meal. A cheeseburger with a side of fries and a fresh bowl of strawberries. As usual they forgot to let the burger cool, so Sarah conjured up a small tornado of cold wind, and had it blow around the plate to cool down her food. She looked into her goblet and said "Sprite with cherry." and immediately the goblet was filled with it.

Sarah looked around trying to spot the disrespectful jerk who had spoken to her at the funeral. She saw him sitting at the Apollo table, clinking goblets in an excited toast to victory for once against the hunters. They had a winning streak of 62 and 0 against the campers.

"Looks like he was claimed." Sarah guessed. She looked over to see her two cabinmates throwing grapes at eachother. One of the had a steak bone stuck up his nose and the other had ketchup smeared all over his shirt. "Hey!" Sarah yelled at them. "Cut it out!" They stopped immediately, for about 3 and a half minutes.

Sarah sighed. She may have been head counselor, but that didn't mean those idiots listened to her.

Sarah looked back to the Apollo table. She thought about what that kid had said. She knew he was trying to sound as polite as possible, but he still shouldn't have talked. It was just disrespectful! She thought about when Percy had saved her life.

She hadn't known that she was a demigod yet and her class was on a field trip to the State capitol in Austin, Texas. Sarah loved growing up in Texas, it was just that it was too darn hot!

Her history class was touring the capitol building, when all of a sudden a screech came from an upper level. Then all of a sudden 5 mutant chicken ladies swooped down and tried to swarm Sarah. That's when she had somehow summoned a giant ice storm right out of her hand. Four of the chicken ladies had flown out of range, but the fifth and Sarah's entire class weren't so lucky. She had stared in completely scared awe at the now frozen history class in front of her, but eventually the chicken ladies flew at her again.

Sarah had managed to get outside before she tripped and fell on her face. The chickens were a few yards away from her, when suddenly a huge black horse with wings swooped down and body slammed one of them, turning it into dust. The boy riding the horse jumped down and completely annihilated the other three monsters with nothing but a pen! Granted the pen had turned into a sword, but whatever. He had shaggy black hair and was wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans.

Percy Jackson.

That boy was nothing less than a hero. Sarah would even go as far as to call him a superhero. He was kind of like Aquaman with a wicked cool sword, and he could talk to horses.

Just then Chiron and Dionysus, the two camp directors, got up to say something. Everyone immediately fell silent. "I know that all of you are heartbroken over the death of Percy Jackson," Chiron announced, "but now it is time for the traditional game of Capture the Flag against the hunters!"

Everyone cheered at that. Dionysus then added "And this time you better win, or every cabin will be doing 10 extra laps through the obstacle course for a month!"

The cheering turned to booing.

Sarah went back her cabin to get her armor. She then grabbed her sword, which was made of Stygian Ice. It was a unique type of blade that hardly ever killed, but usually just froze whatever it touched. She hated that sword, but it was a gift from her dad so she kept it around. Engraved into the the blade was the message πάγοςδαγκανω. Pagosdagkano. Frostbite.

Sarah sheathed the blade and headed to the woods.

Let the games begin.