Logan

Logan had known the plan would work from the start. The only thing the campers needed was someone brave, stupid, and crazy enough to strap the bomb on and sneak up on the hunters' flag.

Fortunately Logan had just arrived at camp.

The bomb of course wouldn't explode, unless the jars holding the Greek Fire inside were to crack or break. Fortunately when Logan had fallen from that tree branch he had managed to turn and land on his back. Otherwise the camp would've been vaporized, along with all the campers and hunters.

Speaking of hunters, Logan was pretty freaked out by how well that one hunter had analyzed him. He did want a family, and definitely did not want to kill anyone on his first day at camp, especially if some of them might be his siblings.

Nevertheless, Logan was only a few feet away from the river, and also a few feet away from victory and from doing a little victory dance he had came up with one day at St. David's.

Then things turned to poo.

First he heard the bird call, which Logan guessed wasn't the local pigeons. Then came the hunters.

Logan was barely half a yard away from the river when about 20 or so girls in silver jackets holding bows with arrows notched in them sprung out of the forest. Logan was surrounded on all sides, and judging by the weight of his quiver at this point, he only had about 5 arrows left. The campers who weren't injured or unconscious were still a long ways away from being able to help.

Logan was on his own.

One hunter, who Logan recognized as Thalia, stepped forward, never lowering her bow. "Surrender the flag or get shish-kebabed, doofus." She said slowly, as if Logan might not understand.

Logan felt around in his quiver until he found the arrow he needed. He loaded it into his bow, pulled back, and waited for the hunters to react. In the split second that followed Logan shot the arrow at the ground beneath Thalia and let it explode under her, throwing her above Logan's head, and spreading out a thick cloud of smoke as a cover.

Arrows flew from all directions, but for some reason Logan could sense where they were coming from. Must be one of his demigodly powers. Logan bobbed and weaved all over the place. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know where he was going, but he just kept moving.

Suddenly he heard Thalia yell "ENOUGH!" A blast of wind flew through the forest and blew the smoke cloud away. Logan stood, his face barely an inch away from an arrow notched in a hunter's bow, on the western side of the river, clutching the now orange flag of the hunters of Artemis.

Camp Half-blood had won!

After 62 losses in a row, Logan had finally won a game of Capture the Flag for Camp Half-blood. The mob that swarmed him was made up of every camper that was awake, which made up about ΒΌ of the camp. Everyone was either clapping Logan on the back, high-fiving him, or teasing him about his victory dance.

Chiron, the horse-dude from the funeral, had arranged for him to stay in the Hermes cabin until he was claimed, which Logan hoped wouldn't take night Logan slept a hero.

The dreams he had however, were not as great.