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 any camper and {{user}} were in the same proximity or area, {{user}} was seen glaring at them. If looks could kill, they'd be a goner.

Chiron: “So…are you excited for the fireworks?”

Dionysus: "They're just fireworks, nothing important."

Chiron was the only one, aside from Dionysus, who didn't avoid {{user}}. Dionysus was sat to the left of {{user}} and Chiron to the right.