Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. (Your Point of View)

Part Four: Tours and Trash Talk Part 2

You looked over to see a big, burly looking girl with stringy brown hair approaching you. She was wearing a stained red tank top (that you weren't sure if it was blood or paint) and ripped black jeans, though it was a burning hot summer day. "They're sons and daughters of Ares," Colby clarified.

"What was that, punk?" She repeated. "Why don't you say it to my face, pipsqueak."

"Leave him alone," you suddenly said defensively, though you didn't know why. A sense of courage and bravery had overtaken you, though this was somebody you knew you didn't want to mess with. Your brains could always beat her brawn.

She wrinkled her pudgy red nose at you, and furrowed her scarred brow. "Who do you think you are, newbie? Don't you know not to mess with us... or should we teach you?"

You froze, as some of her crawnies had taken their attention off their work and put it on you.

"What's your name?" She demanded.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You said strongly. No showing signs of weakness. You knew better than to give into her tough act.

Surprised, the girl seemed to rethink and slightly hesitate. It was working. You smirked in victory. After all... you never seemed to lose... or, at least when it came to sports or strategy.

"Oh c'mon Clarisse," Colby began. "We don't want any trouble, she's new-"

"Clarisse!" One of the crawnies warned. "Look, Annabitch is over there."

Clarisse backed away slowly, seething. You looked over my shoulder to see a blonde, curly haired girl with a book in her arm. Apparently, she didn't seem like she wanted to mess with anybody with Annabeth around. Trailing behind her was a black haired boy with a confused look on his face. He was wearing jeans and a blue t shirt. His hair was messy, swept to one side, as if he had just got back from a walk on the beach. He seemed disoriented, following Annabeth like a lost puppy. Clarisse smirked and licked her lips. "Another newbie?" Asked one of the campers.

"Well! A newbie!" She said in a husky voice.

"Let's get out of here," Colby said. "Annabeth will handle it.

The girl sauntered over to them with 3 others behind her. All of them were wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth signed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," Clarisse said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Come on," Colby said, and tugged my wrist towards the 6th cabin quickly.

"What's on Friday night?" You asked curiously. Your curiosity always seemed to get the best of you.

"Camp games," Colby replied. "Capture the flag. It's always a big event here. We have them every Friday. The winning teams cabins get shower and food privileges. The losing team has to do the worse chores. It's a lot of fun, but it's part of training. There are monsters in the woods, so I wouldn't ever go out there alone. We play with armor, shields and swords. All magic items are allowed."

"Isn't that dangerous?" You asked.

"Eh," he shrugged. "Chiron serves as a battlefield medic, and no maiming is allowed."

"Well," you said, before turning your attention to your right to look at the building before you. A feeling began to reside in your body, like how you felt reading a good book in the library, or drawing up building plans, or solving a long math equation. The building was grey, with silver curtains, and an owl above the door. You suddenly felt a drawing to it, but wasn't sure why. "Is this.."