This picture is completely unrelated to the story. I was just testing to see if it would work. So just ignore it. Or don't. You could absolutely love it. It doesn't really matter.
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{Dove Jacobs}
Today was going to be my third war game since I started camp. Every two weeks the camp holds one after dinner. So here I am sitting with the rest of the Fifth Cohort awaiting-no, dreading ye olde dinner bell. See over my few weeks here if I learned one thing from the other cohorts is that the Fifth Cohort sucks and we never win.
I don't care what you say but Roman dinners are the best. Especially Roman dinners at Camp Jupiter. You order what you want and the nymphs will get it. Usually everyone is raring to go to dinner as soon as the bell rings but today the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Cohorts were sitting in their barracks awaiting the signal of their doom and meanwhile the First and Second Cohorts had finished building their fort and were busy celebrating also waiting for ye olde dinner bell.
Bong! Bong! The bells rang.
I cringed, I couldn't help it I was nervous. Gwen stood up. "Come on guys down to dinner." There were shuffling and sighs. Everyone was either nervous or they just wanted to get it over with. That is, everyone except Jason Grace.
Jason is a blonde nine year old with blue eyes. He's also really responsible and annoyingly optimistic.
"Come on guys we can win this time! I know we can!" Practically everyone sighed. Told you, annoyingly optimistic.
~after dinner and war games~
"Well that was an utter disaster." Gwen did completely exhausted. We all were exhausted. The Third and Fourth Cohorts always threw us at the defenses and stood back and watched, laughing.
Jason seemed a bit disappointed, but still had his annoying optimism. "Well, at least we did better this time. Only two sprained ankles and one finger!" And cue the collective sighs.
"Come on guys. Let's just take a shower and then get to bed. I feel and smell like I'm dead." I suggested sleepily.
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I'm so sorry that it's short and I haven't updated in a long time but I've been having writers block and I didn't know what to write. Also school.
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The Special Three: The Beginning
Hayran KurguThere will be three, Kin of your kin, To hold power beyond their kind in their hands A prophecy was given to the gods years ago. It told of three that were unusually talented with more power than others of their kind. They had quicker reflexes, heig...
