Alexandra Lopez's Story

The sun was just peaking over the horizon when Ethan woke up. He stretched and got ready for his morning work out muttering to himself as he did. "Need to keep myself in top shape even with teaching the new campers the basics of combat I have to be able to challenge myself." He was up before the rest of the camp running laps around the lake wearing his full armor with his shield and spear. After that it was time for form practice then if he was lucky someone would be up and waiting to spar with him or asking for a lesson. Not the most approachable guy at camp he was used to working alone but when Charon asked him to lead the combat training for new campers even he was hard pressed to say no. By the time the sun was a quarter of the way up it's climb there was a small group of young campers watching him move as he cut down wave after wave of imaginary monsters.

Finally having worked up a sweat he turned to the campers. "Have all of you eaten?" They all nodded their heads looking rather nervous. "Don't worry my goal here is to train you not hurt you. Now everyone go to the armory and get yourselves some equipment find the weapon you find most suited to yourself. Test the grip and feeling of the blade before you choose because that will be yours for the rest of your time here." They quickly ran to the shed and after a few squabbles and minor injuries everyone was ready to begin. Ethan began leading them through the most basic combat stances before having them pair up to begin working on blocking.

Charon arrived to watch over the training. "How are they all doing?"

Ethan shrugged. "About the same as normal some get it faster some take a lot of pushing. I have the archers practicing on the targets if you want to go oversee them. No matter how much I practice I can't beat you at archery." Ethan chuckles as he watched over the twenty or so campers.

Charon laughed with him. "I've had many years of practice but your as good an archer as I've seen from Ares. So take that as you will." He began trotting off to coach the young archers.

The day progressed much the same Ethan watched over the training ground only breaking long enough to get some lunch.

[code=D3D3D3]"She better not harm my locket or I swear to the gods I will wring her skinny little neck with my own two hands," [/code] Callidora thought angrily as she stormed around camp half blood searching for the soon to be dead, daughter of Hermes.
During her normal normal routine, Callie had noticed that a simple, brass locket, was missing from her dresser. While it might seem like a normal trinket to any outside observer, it was one of Callie's most prized possessions.The necklace had been a gift from her father, shortly before his death. Inside, it contained a small picture of the two of them, smiling ear to ear on a park bench beneath a large, oak tree in central park during one of their many visits to New York City. It was one of the few things that she had left of her beloved father, and she knew that Alex had taken it, this would not be the first time she had taken something of her's.
Callie's anger had softened slightly at that thought. She had never told Alex of the intense feelings attached to such a seemingly simple piece of jewelry, but that still did not quell her want to once again feel it's comforting weight on her sternum.
[code=FF3030]"Good morning Cals,"[/code] the all too chipper to be normal, Nerus, chided from a few paces behind her.
Callie sighed, she was definitely going to have a very long training session after she had gotten her locket back, perhaps with one of Ares's children, they were always fun to train with.
"Please not now Nerus, I'm not in a very good mood today," she said as she felt a headache begin to bubble up behind her eyes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an object fluttering high above the ground. It was far to big to be a bird, which could only mean...."Alex," Callie yelled, running towards her, Nerus following close behind.
"Alex, give me back my locket," Callie said as they got closer to her, but Hermes offspring showed no signs of slowing down.
"ALEX!" She tried once more, desperation and utter sadness coated her voice that in any other circumstance would embarrass her to no end, but at this moment Callie could have cared less, she just wanted it back.
"I got her," Nerus said confidently, as shimmering golden bow and quiver appeared on his person, both a gracious gift from his godly father.
It took him but a few moments to load the arrow, and pull the string of the bow back with expert technique that, even in her state, infatuated Callie. Nerus took a deep breath, aimed, and let the arrow loose. It whizzed through the air with terrifying speed, as though it were a ray of sun flying from the bow of Apollo himself. The arrow narrowly missed hitting Alex's head, but instead went in front of her, bursting into a blinding light. Callie could only watched in pure terror and horror, as a small object began to to plummet to the Earth from the still hovering girls hand.