Winner, Winner

Camp Half-Blood's Most Wanted: My Entire Family Tree

"Open wide," Will Solace commanded, holding an ambrosia square up to my lips.

"Dude, I'm not a child! Just give me it." I held my hand out, expecting the medicine to land straight into my grasp. "Please?"

"If you don't want me to treat you like a kid, then stop acting like one. It's only the first week of camp and you're already making a bad impression," he ranted.

"I'm not," I protested. "I'm just trying to have some fun here. Is that not allowed anymore?"

Will's eyebrow raised as he ran a hand through his wild but not completely unkempt blond curls. "You're going to be the death of me one day. And yourself."

"I can take care of myself," I persisted, continuing to hold my palm out flat. "Give."

"As long as you promise to stop beating up the new kids," he stated, "you're worse than Clarisse."

"Can't wait for her to piss off to college so I don't have competition anymore."

"She's never been your competition, Noa. You just don't understand the concept of peace very well. Not that she does, either.." Will muttered.

The swelling pain on my knee begun to feel sharper, causing me to shift uncomfortably on the infirmary bed. After falling directly onto my right knee while sparring against some 13 year old, I shamefully limped across camp to visit the nurse.

Both young and new campers back away in my presence as if I have some contagious disease. I believe it has something to do with the fact that the word about my sister, who is believed to be dead, gets around quite rapidly.

My sister was the bravest person I knew, but fell victim to Luke Castellan's charm. Just like Silena Beauregard and many other demigods who joined his side.

They all had tragic endings — except my own beloved relative. She fled the scene in shame, and was never spotted since.

People turned their heads to stare at me as if I'm a lunatic everytime I mentioned the mere topic of my sister, because they believed she was pure evil. Not Luke, but Davina instead.

"Are you going to take it or not?" Will asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, thanks." I said sheepishly, gently grabbing the ambrosia square and popping it into my mouth. "I hate how you act like you're my dad."

"What?" he snickered

"You know what I mean! Being all mature and shit." The pain in my knee subsided due to the ambrosia. "I guess it's kinda your job."

"Exactly. Now get up, lazy."

"This is why you're never gonna get out of the pining stage." The unhinged comment was met with a slap to the back of my head. "Dude—"

"Get out before I give you another reason to stay here." He pointed towards the door. I could see such a miniscule hint of a smile despite his attempt at aggression.

"All right, I'm going. Calm down."

"You're one to talk." Will called out as I wandered out of the infirmary.

For a while, I had sat down on a bench along with two of my half-sisters — Holly and Laurel Victor. Annoyingly, they were twins (and practically my only friends, besides Will) so I had to deal with their constant back and forth bickering.

"I do not!" Holly protested, although I wasn't certain on what the current topic of conversation was. I had trained my eyes on the two brunettes — one girl, one boy — sprinting over to the Big House, frazzled expressions on their faces.