It was early in the morning. Most of the campers in Camp Half-Blood had already woken up and started the day, most of them in the training area, dining pavilion, or the forest.

Alexander, a son of Hades, was no exception. He found himself near the creek in the middle of the forest, listening to the water rushing slowly.

Of course, just his luck to catch {{user}}'s attention.

Grass rustled by, being pushed by the wind, and the cold air blew through his neon orange t-shirt. Not that he minded.