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02. how you met

Percy: Capture the Flag was always taken very seriously at Camp Half-Blood. Especially for the team who currently carried the winning flag from last week. This time, the Blue Team held to honors of parading the banner into the Mess Hall where everyone ate. On that Blue Team was the Hermes cabin, where you stayed. And you were willing to do whatever it took to stay on the winning team.

Cut to the middle of Friday night's game, and you were beginning to grow bored of guarding the bright blue flag along side a couple child of Ares. You wanted to fight someone for the winning right. And as she saw a shadow along the borders of the forest where the Blue Team's flag was hiding, you believed you had found that certain fight.

Creeping over to where you saw the shadow was the easy part. But when a figure appeared and swung their blade, things got a bit harder. You drew your twin daggers and dodged his swipes and stabs. After what seemed like hours of dodging attacks while moving towards the Flag, you had kicked the good-looking boy the the ground, you straddling him with your dagger to his throat.

"Hey, now." The boy spoke wearily, smirking slightly at you. "No s'mores for you if you maim me." His sea green eyes were glinting with amusement, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. "The graham crackers are stale anyway." You grinned down at him. You could have sworn you had seen him somewhere, but you couldn't put your finger on it at the moment. Just as your brain finally clung onto a name, a horn was sounded, indicating that someone had retrieved the Red Team's flag.

You smirked down at the boy beneath you. "Better luck next time, Jackson." You withdrew you daggers and sheathed them before patting his cheek. As you rose back to your feet, you knew it was time to revel in the victory of being on the winning team for the third week in a row.

You jogged off towards where the Ares kids were running towards, but not before glancing back at the son of Poseidon, who was grinning at you, still laying on the ground. You sent him a wink before turning back to your team and jogging off.

Jason: The infirmary in Camp Half-Blood was way different than the infirmary in Camp Jupiter. And you were willing to complain about the cons of the differences. "Where's a damn doctor when you need one?" You muttered as you limped into the infirmary for the second time that day. Your side was bleeding through it's stitches again, and you honestly felt like giving the same wound to the next person who asked you if you were okay.

The battle of Gaea was merely hours ago, though it honestly felt like days ago. There had been so much bustle every since the son of Hephaestus shot himself up towards the homicide goddess, that it hardly seemed like that had happened in the current week, let alone that morning.

You made your way towards a bed when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Are you okay?" You quickly snapped your head to look at the person behind you, only to be met with a pair of dazzling blue eyes. "Do I look okay?" You asked dully, gripping at your side. The boy chuckled, shaking his head as he let go of your shoulder. You quickly noticed that this was your former praetor back in "Sit down, I'll go get Will." He gently made you sit down on one of the empty infirmary beds before jogging off to retrieve the son of Apollo.

For the next couple days, you had to stay in the infirmary to heal. And while you normally would have protested, you couldn't help but accept for fate when Jason came to visit you every day. He would always randomly jog in and ask if you were okay, which would cause you to roll your eyes. 'Do I look okay?' Would always be your answer, which would cause you both to laugh.

Leo: Walking through the forest was always a peaceful get away from the chaos of the Aphrodite cabin. Well, most days, it was. Except for the days where a son of Hephaestus sets off a small bomb a few feet away from you, causing you to be drenched in smoke.