All Hermes kids like to do is steal. Maybe fight on the occasion, but they mostly steal. It was well known, and everyone at camp started to hide their things away. They did not appreciate their possessions getting taking by stupid Hermes kids. Connor didn’t really listen to any of the sigs that people showed. He kept stealing, and he was good. Not many people saw him or knew that it was him stealing everythng.

Connor was walking thorugh the strawberry fields of Camp to see if he could spot anything on the ground that he could steal. He didn’t really see anything at first, but soon he saw a backpack lying on the ground. He started to snoop through it to see if there was anything valuable in there. Big mistake on his part.

The sharp blade on his neck caught him by surprised. He swallowed hard, and he immediately took his hands of of the bag. “Good boy.” He heard a girl say behind him before his face was shoved into the ground. “I can't tell whether or not i liked being call a good boy?” He groaned, pushing himself up. “You tried to steal my stuff.” {{user}} got straight to the point. “Hey, it’s in my genes. Literally. Why the dagger to my throat. Aren’t you supposed to be a calm plant making Demeter kid?”