Author's Note: Decided to start with Amitola again 'cause, you know, she brings most of the humor into this fanfic. Her part is going to start back in the morning, like the part when Lynn's in her cabin and she wakes up with this horrible feeling in her head and stomach…and stuff. That's where this POV is gonna start.

And, I added my own description for the archery arena, since I didn't feel like looking it up because I was too lazy… And, the armory has its own description because I couldn't find it anywhere…

Sorry if Amitola is not "humorous" enough by the way…I am not much of a humor person when it comes to writing, but I try.

Sorry if the characters are not "in character" enough…and I hope you enjoy reading this chapter! Au revoir!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters but Amitola Loki and Lynn Servane.

Chapter Seven

Amitola Loki

"Do you want to train now?!"

"No! I'm lazy and I admit it!"

"Do you want your bow and arrows or not?!"

"Can I get it without training?"

"No, you cannot."

"Why not?!"

"What's the point if you have them and don't know how to use them?!"

"For cosplay!"

"Cosplay?"

It was about 1:40 in the afternoon and Amitola and Will were bickering back and forth for the longest time. Kayla sat there watching them for the past half hour or so. And, she was really getting tired of this conversation.

"Guys, can we just start?" Kayla impatiently asked.

"I'm trying," Will huffed.

"Ami—Loki, you have to train. Do you want to be Hawkeye?" Kayla attempted to encourage.

And that was what caught Amitola's attention.

"Hawkeye?!" Amitola squealed. "What are we waiting for?! Let's go!" And Amitola grabbed Kayla's wrist and dragged her away.

Will followed, sighing. "Do you even know where we're going in the first place?"

"Yes," Amitola answered.

"Then where are we going?" Will raised an eyebrow.

"Where my gut feeling takes me."

"Are you kidding me?!" Will exclaimed as he jogged after Amitola and Kayla. "Oh, never mind. Let's go to the Dining Pavilion to get you something to eat."

"Where's that?"

"Apparently it's where your gut feeling is taking you."

"Got it!"

"I was just kidding! Come back!"

Amitola abruptly stopped and Will crashed into her, making them both topple over each other and onto the ground. Kayla managed to get out of the way before it happened, so she stood over them and tried to contain her laughter.

"Do you guys need some help?" Kayla managed in between laughs. Amitola chronically laughed, not even trying to stop herself. Will was just very dizzy as the two demigods were sprawled on the ground.

"That was fun!" Amitola cheered as she got up.

"I don't see what things can amuse you," Will stated as he got up and dusted himself off.

"You're all dirty now, Loki," Kayla said.

Amitola wagged her eyebrows. "Oh, yes I am. I am very dirty."

Will smacked his forehead with his hand and Kayla tilted her head to the side. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Oh, Child. Just like Kylie." Amitola shook her head. "I have to bleep out my bad words now, Child."

"Who's Kylie? And, why do you have to bleep words out?" Kayla looked utterly confused.

"Oh, nothing." Amitola turned around and grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Let's go, Child! I need to tell Kylie that she has an innocent friend!"

Will rolled his eyes and grabbed Amitola's other wrist before she can dart away. "Do you even know where the Dining Pavilion is?"

Amitola looked over her shoulder. "I don't even know where we are at the moment. How do you expect me to know where the Dining Billion is?"

"Pavilion," Will corrected.

"Whatever, show us the way!" Amitola jumped around, letting go of Kayla's wrist.

Will sighed heavily as he lead the way over to the Dining Pavilion. The Sun shone hot on Camp Half-Blood as they roamed around the camp, going in the direction of the "Dining Billion," the name that Amitola has given it. Amitola wandered around, looking at each of the beautiful cabins and places that were scattered around in the area, as Kayla explained each one of them. She also explained some of the rules at camp, and some other things that a demigod should know, like not using electronic devices. That brought Amitola's mood down. But, nonetheless, she still enjoyed Camp Half-Blood.

Campers were wandering around, tending to their own camp activities that Kayla explained to Amitola: archery, pegasus riding, sword fighting, et cetera. Some campers just hung out in the front of their cabins, talking to presumably their half-siblings or their friends that they made around camp. Some people greeted or waved at Kayla and Will, and they greeted back all the same. Amitola seemed too mesmerized by Camp Half-Blood to notice.

Heat radiated all throughout the camp. Clouds were nowhere to be found up high in the gorgeous blue sky that covered the camp for demigods. A breeze swept by at random points in time, but they were always light, cool breezes. The forest green grass swayed back and forth every time a breeze danced by, and the grass looked so healthy it looked as if it could've been plastic.

They finally reached the Dining Pavilion. It had neither walls nor a ceiling, but white Greek columns surrounded the area where the Dining Pavilion was. There were various tables set, which were covered with a white cloth with a purple trim. The Dining Pavilion overlooked the gorgeous, stunning sea, with the Sun's light rays reflecting off the surface of the ocean. Campers were here and there, walking around or sitting at a table.

"Campers have to sit where their designated tables are," Kayla began to explain. "So, since you're an Apollo camper, you have to sit at the Apollo table. Guess we'll have to show you where it is as well." Amitola only nodded in response.

They trudged over in the direction of the Apollo table, when something caught Amitola's eye. She glanced to her right and saw Nico and Lynn sitting at a table all alone, so she guessed they were the only ones from the…what was Lynn's godly parent again? Oh, right, it was Hades.

Kayla and Will stopped when they realized Amitola wasn't following, and they followed her gaze towards the two children of Hades.

"We should see Lynn and Nico!" Kayla's face brightened up as she grabbed Will's wrist and dragged him in the direction of Lynn and Nico. Will only rolled his eyes in response. Amitola followed the two children of Apollo, and she picked up part of Lynn's and Nico's conversation.

"—quite the life. You know what they say: 'Yolo'." Lynn rolled her eyes at her own comment. "Okay 'Yolo' is just stupid. I am never saying that again."

Amitola grinned. She knew exactly what to do now. She snuck up from behind Lynn and yelled, "Yolo! Yolo! Yolo!"

Lynn jumped and whipped her head around and scanned the people in front of her with wide eyes: Amitola, Kayla, and Will. "Oh—my—God. Please shut up." Lynn tried to suppress her annoyance.

Then Amitola thought of something. She wickedly smirked. "Then say I'm not fluffy!"

Lynn rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. Like I'll ever do that."

Amitola mischievously grinned. "Yolo! Yolo!"

"Okay, I am seriously hating you now," Lynn informed.

Amitola grinned ear to ear. "Love you too!"

"Nico, please help." Lynn hopefully glanced at a perplexed Nico di Angelo.

"We should start teaching you your powers." Nico sighed, pushing himself up from his seat.

Lynn innocently shrugged at Amitola. "You heard my brother. Well, half-brother. Uh, whatever, doesn't matter. See ya!" Lynn chased after her half-brother, who was steadily walking towards Half-Blood Hill. She waved behind her back at Amitola and her two other half-siblings, and turned around and sped herself up to catch up to Nico.

Will stared completely puzzled at the two children of the dead. "You guys have a very interesting friendship."

Amitola shrugged. "We get that a lot. Now, come on! I'm hungry."

After their breakfast, Will and Kayla led Amitola over to the archery arena. The archery arena was surrounded by Greek columns as well, with no door or walls. The ground was light brown dirt, and there were targets and dummies dressed in Greek armor set up in various places throughout the arena.

"Oh! We need to get Amitola a bow!" Kayla grabbed Amitola's wrist. "Will, you go find a target or whatever. I'll go help Amitola pick out a bow."

Will shrugged. "Sure."

Kayla dragged Amitola over to the left where the armory was located. It looked like a small white house, but two Greek columns framed the entrance, which held no door. The inside would've been dark, but windows were installed into the sides of the armory, so light came into it. The armory was only one story, and there were many shelves displaying various kinds of weapons all over the place.

Kayla released her grip on Amitola, and they both stepped inside. She led her over to where all the bows were located.

"Pick one up and see if you like how it feels and stuff," Kayla directed, gesturing to the various bows on display, waiting to be taken.

Amitola attempted to suppress a laugh. "You know, I'm trying really hard to not to say a perverted joke right now."

Kayla rolled her eyes. "I'm probably not going to know what it means, but just pick a bow."

Amitola scanned the bows. "I want a bow that looks super cool and badass! Are there any of those here?"

"You could always try this one." Kayla walked over to a spot and picked up a dusty black bow. It looked a bit dusty, but if you cleaned it up a bit, it would look as good as new. The black bow string was very strong, but thin. The shape of the bow looked like the seagulls people with no artistic talent would draw in the background, like a curvy M. Where the M curled up like a hill, spikes were placed upon them, facing the opposite way of the owner of the bow who would be shooting.

"It's called a composite bow, made out of wood," Kayla explained. "But, I'm pretty sure a Hephaestus child painted it black and added spikes onto it to make it look cooler. It would make such perfect sense if Leo made this one. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a button that would make the bow shoot lasers or something."

Amitola's eyes brightened up. "Lasers?!"

"I'm only kidding." Kayla chuckled. "But anyway, do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" Amitola jumped up and down with the bow grasped tightly between her hands. "It would be so perfect for cosplay!"

"Okay, whatever cosplay is, I'm glad you like it." Kayla began to head out of the armory. "Now come on, Will is probably waiting for us."

When they made it back to the archery arena, they spotted Will inspecting his own bow carefully in front of a target he decided to pick out. They both glanced at each other and made their way towards the blonde-haired child of Apollo.

"Hey, Will," Kayla greeted. "I hope you weren't waiting for very long.

Will took his eyes off of the bow and glanced up at Kayla, squinting due to the Sun's brightness. "Nah, I wasn't waiting very long. What bow did Amitola get?

Amitola stepped up and showed him the bow. "By the way, what does that mean?" She pointed to an engraving that read: κυνηγός. "For some reason, I have the strangest feeling it means 'Hunter' or something like that."

"Oh, yeah it does." Will nodded. "You have dyslexia, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know, stalker?" Amitola eyed him weirdly. She suddenly chuckled. "Oh wait a second, I shouldn't be talking."

Now it was Will's turn to eye her weirdly. "Alright…Well anyway. We were designed to read only ancient Greek, which is why we can't really read English all that well. We were also designed to be ADHD so that we have natural battle instincts like we've been fighting for years."

"Seriously?!" Amitola looked impressed. "I have suddenly found millions of things that make me seem so much better. I need to make a Bilbo Baggins list out of them."

"A what?" Will asked.

"Nothing, nothing." Amitola waved the question away. "Inside joke. So, my bow's name is Hunter? It's a dude?! I'm holding a guy?! Oh, that's what she said." She began laughing all by herself, while Kayla looked very confused and Will slapped a hand to his forehead and heavily sighed.

Will glanced at the target, suddenly remembering that he was at the archery arena. "Do you want to start training or not?"

After Amitola finished laughing—which was a while—she nodded. "Yes!"

Amitola positioned herself in front of the target Will chose. Kayla helped Amitola with her posture: standing to the side, with your dominant arm closer to the target. Foot closer to the target should be pointed straight toward the target, and the back should be straight. Head should also be facing the target. The bow was in Amitola's dominant hand—her right hand—and she notched an arrow from Will's quiver that she was borrowing for practice. She drew the bow string back, until her elbow was passed her head. Kayla helped point her bow towards the target as best as she could.

"I bet you know how to do most of the shooting from movies or something," Will guessed as he watched Amitola. "Do you feel comfortable in that position?"

"It feels weird," Amitola informed Will.

"Then you better get used to it."

Amitola rolled her eyes, while Kayla began straightening her elbow.

"Keep your eyes on the target," Will instructed. "And watch out while shooting—this arrow is real, not a stupid plastic one you could buy at a toy store."

"But I like toy stores," Amitola murmured.

Will sighed, as if saying in his mind: What am I going to do with this girl?

Kayla giggled, but she soon cleared her throat. "Don't lose your focus, Hawkeye, or we have to start all over."

"I'm Hawkeye?!" Amitola squealed.

"Hey, hey, hey, didn't you hear what Kayla just said?" Will huffed. "Don't lose focus, alright? We'll just call you Hawkeye to encourage you."

"Must—not—fangirl." Amitola was visibly shaking.

Kayla rested her hands on Amitola's shoulders, trying to calm and still Amitola. "Calm down, Hawkeye. This won't work unless you have a calm and easy mind. Your shooting accuracy will decrease if you're all excited and jittery. Just take deep breaths, okay?"

Amitola nodded, taking slow and deep breaths. She narrowed her eyes on the bulls-eye part of the target.

"All children of Apollo of natural archers, so don't be afraid to shoot," Will said. "Don't be afraid if the bow string hits your forearm too, it'll hurt a bit, but it'll go away really fast. Point your arrowhead towards the target as accurately as you can. Don't rush it, or your accuracy will decrease." His eyes flickered towards the target, then back at Amitola. "Are you ready?"

Kayla glanced at Amitola, and Amitola nodded, not taking her eyes off the target.

Will glanced at the target once more. "Shoot," he ordered.

One by one, Amitola's fingers left the bow string, until the last finger left its contact on the thin and strong string. The arrow flew at fast velocity, spiraling through the air, until the arrowhead stuck into the middle of the target, right at the bulls-eye.

Amitola lowered her bow and squealed. "I did it! I am Hawkeye!" She jumped around Kayla with an excited smile plastered on her face.

Kayla laughed. "You did it, Hawkeye!"

"Congratulations," Will congratulated Amitola with a smile. "In battle though, you'll have to act faster than that. So, we'll practice more every day from now on, and see how fast you can aim and shoot. Got it?"

"Got it!" Amitola cheerily agreed.

Kayla glanced at Will. "But, we should also teach her how to heal and make curses right?"

"Make curses?" Amitola tilted her head to the side, staring at Will, then to Kayla. "I do that all the time. Like 'Damn it! They ran out of Comic-con tickets! Fuck you all!'"

"Uh, not those curses." Will eyed Amitola curiously once more. "As in putting spells and magic on people, you know, those curses."

"Oh-h." Amitola nodded her head. "So I could curse Lynn whenever she calls me fluffy. Interesting…interesting…" She perked up. "Where do we start?!"

Kayla chuckled. "We should take a break first. Maybe get you a new quiver full of arrows before we go to healing lessons. Healing is a lot harder than shooting bow and arrows though," Kayla informed.

"Yeah it is," Will agreed. "Also, when you've mastered shooting at a fast pace, Kayla and I will challenge you, so you can actually get the feel of shooting while having to dodge and stuff."

Amitola nodded. "That sounds pretty fun."

Kayla smiled. "Training can be fun, though it is also a lot of work."

"And, I'm guessing you hate work," Will guessed.

Amitola groaned. "School equals work. Why does summer camp have work?"

Will rolled his eyes. "This is no typical 'Let's go on field trips!' summer camp. I guess it's more of a training camp for soon-to-be-warriors."

"We should go get you a quiver and new arrows though," Kayla reminded the two demigods.

They both nodded, and all three children of Apollo made their way towards the armory.