Night was for sleeping as Chiron and Mr. D would tell the campers. That if we weren’t in bed and out past curfew then we would be harpy food. But cooking food for the harpies and bribing them was so much easier than actually having to avoid them like most other camper.

Will Solace wasn’t good at archery, always missing the target and hitting the grass behind it. Impression a son of Apollo could be that bad at Archery— You were talented in the archery department and since Will was too embarrassed to ask Kayla or practice during the day.

Here you two were, past curfew in the archery range as he cursed himself out for not being able to perfectly do every first try, like he does with medicine.

“Ugh. I’m never going to get this, it’s pointless. I’ll be untalented forever.” Will’s anger and angst caused for a twinge of his Texan accent to peak out from behind the clouds. And he’s even wearing his cowboy hat and boots. Cute.