Daphne

Being a Hunter of Artemis had certain advantages and disadvantages, and Daphne definitely knew quite a few of both. One advantage was being immortal, one disadvantage was that the people you love die while you stay the same age for eternity.

Daphne remembered growing up on her father's plantation in Atlanta, Georgia. If the hunters hadn't found her then she would've died in the fire that killed her dad during Sherman's march to the sea.

Yes, Daphne was 165 years old, though technically she was only 15.

Another disadvantage of being a hunter was that, since 2007, the new leader of the hunters kept visiting Camp Half-blood waaaaaaaay too often. These demigods were super irritating, and there were way too many male campers. Daphne was a demigod too, a daughter of Demeter, which kind of explained why she was so good with the cotton plants on her dad's plantation.

And now she was stuck at that stupid camp, playing a stupid game, guarding a stupid flag.

She started making a rose bush grow at her feet just for the heck of it, making the roses spell out her name and then various other things. She had just finished making the roses spell out the word mayonnaise when a girl wearing bright bronze aromor carrying a sword made of ice came charging through the woods towards Daphne and the other two girls guarding the flag.

One of the other girls shot a fart arrow at her but the armored girl ducked. Daphne decided to show the two noob hunters how it's done. She shot an arrow at the armored girl's shield. It hit and the girl's body started spazzing out until she was knocked unconscious.

Tazer arrows, Daphne thought, gotta love 'em.

Suddenly one of the other hunters started showing the same effects that the armored girl had. Daphne looked over to see another tazer arrow stuck to her friend's leg. Just then the other girl got nailed square in the nose by an arrow with a small bronze weight on it and was KO'd in an instant.

Daphne looked around to try and find the archer firing on them, but saw no one around she looked up at the trees nearby just in time to see another weighted arrow fly from the top branch of a nearby tree straight at her.

She dived out of the way and then willed the tree branch to snap. She heard a boy scream, who then appeared on his back on the forest floor with a New York Yankees baseball cap on the ground next to him.

"So Annabeth loaned you her little invisibility cap, huh?" Daphne asked with an arrow notched in her bow, aimed straight at the boy's chest.

"I don't think you'll shoot that." he said getting up, strangely unlatching his breastplate for some reason.

"Why wouldn't I?" Daphne challenged.

Then the breastplate fell to the ground and the boy pulled a joystick-looking thing out of his pocket.

And Daphne stared at the boy with a Greek firebomb strapped to his chest, his thumb less than two centimeters away from the trigger button.