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"My name is Alex Wild
Im 14 years old
Curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5'7,
That information is for the ladies."
Meet Alex Wild🧑🏻, a Wild kid who lives on the street, running away from the police,🏃🏻
And trying lives h...
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We were all sitting at the Hermes table when a loud bell rang.
"It's time," Adam said.
"Time for what?" I asked.
"The cabin leaders have decided which cabins they will join. Come on, we need to gather in the arena."
"The arena?!?!" I was surprised. "There's an arena here? Do they have swords and everything? That's awesome!"
I saw some of the cabin tables get up, while others stayed in the dining hall. Everyone who stood up followed us to the arena, where a few people were already gathered.
"Are there any cabins that haven't arrived yet?" someone shouted from the center of the arena.
"That's it, all the cabins are here," Adam answered back.
"Great. Hello to all the cabins," said the same one, who looked like a 16-year-old kid, with glasses and an orange shirt like everyone else, but with a pocket on his chest. Gross.
"As everyone knows, tomorrow is Capture the Flag, and we need to prepare because there's no way we're losing to those sun kids."
"Before I start, I want to count all the cabins that joined: Hermes, of course, Poseidon, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, Nemesis, Nike, and Persephone. Did I forget anyone?"
"Hypnos!" Lia shouted.
"And Hypnos, sorry, Lia. Everyone, listen up, we're not the majority, but I believe in us. The Hermes flag will be placed tomorrow in the Fist of Zeus, and the Apollo flag on the other side of the forest. Hermes, Poseidon, and Dionysus, you will be the main attackers. Hephaestus, I want all your traps throughout the forest; guard the bridges over the river. Nike and Nemesis, you will defend the flag. And my cabin, Athena, will be the lookouts and part of the attackers. Everyone got it?"
"Yes!" everyone shouted enthusiastically.
Everyone started chatting with their friends about how much fun it was going to be and what weapon they were going to use. Which reminds me, why don't I have a weapon?
I turned to Adam. "Hey Adam."
"Yes, Alex?"
"I don't have a weapon."
"Oh, right. Yo, wait a second. John!"
A 12-year-old boy ran over to him. He had a small ponytail at the back, ash all over his body, and a tool bag.
"Alex, meet John, son of Hephaestus."
"Heph-who?"
"Hahahaha," Adam and John laughed. "He-phaes-tus, god of fire and blacksmithing," John explained.
"So you're going to forge me a weapon?"
"Maybe. We've got one that will suit you just fine." John took me by the hand and dragged me back to the cabins.
