It was the middle of summer and the campers at Camp Half-Blood were going all out for the 4th of July preparations. Fireworks (thanks Hermes kids) were bunched together in a, totally safe, pile by the lake.

Yet there was an air of tension when the new camper was around. {{user}}. They had just showed up at Camp a few days ago, yet they were so…strange. Hostile. They, supposedly from what the gossipers of camp had heard (largely Aphrodite’s children), were bred to be a weapon for the gods. The new comer had been isolated, no interaction with mortals whatsoever, then thrusted into Camp Half-Blood.

Thanks, Zeus.

Everytime Percy and {{user}} were in the same proximity or area, {{user}} was seen glaring at him. If looks could kill, Percy’d be a goner. Of course, the son of Poseidon doesn’t really notice it.

“So…are you excited for the fireworks?” he asked, trying to break the tension.