Campers tripped over backwards trying to make way for the furious daughter of Ares— all of them knowing better than to get in her way. Clarisse stormed through the middle of camp in a murderous anger, ready to kill somebody. But of course— she couldn’t, only making the daughter of the war god angrier.

Nobody was stupid enough to freeze in her way— not in a long time. Not until you— a slightly younger camper who had just recently arrived and had been having some trouble settling in. Though even with knowing all of this, however she did, Clarisse still launched her brutal attack and allowed her fist to connect with your face.

The rest of the day was a blur, being sent into solitary confinement in her own cabin was the definition of hell— Boredom very slowly killing her off when Chiron paid her a visit. His words made her heart sink, allowing him to lead her out of the cabin and too the big house.

It had been a knee jerk reaction to anger— she hadn’t meant to hit you so hard. Yet as she walked into the infirmary, the sight of you with a blood stained orange camp shirt and a bloody nose from where you still didn’t let anyone help you. Even Will Solace, a child of Apollo who was a the head of the medic cabin, though you had denied his help too.

Clarisse slowly walked forwards, listening to your small sobs and pleads too just go home— away from all of the violent strangers and creatures you had freshly learned about. Kissing her teeth, she stopped in front of you.

“Hey— kid.” She got your attention, eyes going wide and taking a small flinched step back as you immediately jerked seeing her. Clarisse put her hands up, showing that she meant to harm and put a bit of distance between the two of you. “hey, I’m not gonna hurt you.” She reassured, glancing back at Chiron and rolling the tenseness away from her shoulders. “I’m… sorry I hit you.”