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0. what if I tell you I feel like I
know you, but we've never met

DESDEMONA WASNT SOMEONE WHO liked to be picked on. If Apollo hadn't have claimed her within her first four hours at camp then she would have been assumed as an Ares kid.

She had only been at camp for four months and she had gotten into eight separate fights. Just like normal. Just like in the Foster homes.

Now she was sitting in Chirons office with a black eye. She had gotten into a fight with one of the kids again and was being punished for it. 

She looked down at her lap where her hands were folded. She didn't want to look up at him and see the dissapointment in his eyes.

"You, Desdemona Valance, are one of the most interesting campers I've ever had," he said, breaking the silence.

She looked up at him. That was not what she had expected him to say to her after what she had done.

"Why?" She questioned.

"You've been here 4 months and already proved that you are a superb archer and swordsman, a brilliant medic. Yet you fail to stop yourself engaging in this tomfoolery," he explained.

She shrugged, hand coming up to nervously brush over her face and she winced when she touched the growing bruise "So? Am I getting kicked out?"

He chuckled to himself, "No. We don't kick students out when they are troublesome," he tried to reason with her.

She scoffed at the idea. She had always been seen as troublesome, nobody had ever understood what she thought.

Chiron looked at her, arms folded across her chest as she rolled her eyes, "You know. If we didn't already know your godly parent, I would assume you were an Ares kid,"

"That felt like an insult," she spat out, bitter. She didn't want to be compared to him.

Chiron fought back a grin, "It's not. It's a compliment,"

Silence fell over the room and she looked down at her lap, that shame rising up inside of her at what she had done.

"Anyway. I still have to punish you. So you will be sentenced to a weeks worth of night shifts at the infirmary," he said.

Her head whipped up, "A week? I only broke his nose!"

Chiron nodded, remembering the way that the sixteen year old boy cradled his face, blood dripping down his chin as he looked at the thirteen year old girl.

"You still broke a fellow capers nose. And your dessert privileges will be taken away for that duration," He said.

He smiled at her and she stood up, mumbling a thank you under her breath before she walked outside. This was going to be hell.

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