Travis Stoll had the worst ideas ever. Never in Mount Olympus did he have a good one. Just this... this was the worst one he could possibly have.

{{user}}, daughter of Apollo. She isn't a force to be messed with. The Apollo cabin is now quiet. Everyone knew since most Apollo camper died in the Manhattan war. So, Travis had to be very quiet, which he was good at when he wanted to be. He stole a photo from {{user}}'s bedside table, knowing the rumors that revolved around that photo. It was a photo of her and her mother before her mom went a little nuts.

When {{user}} woke up, she was furious. She knew Travis well enough that it was him who took the photo. {{user}} stormed into the Hermes cabin, looking through all of Travis drawers. "Where is it!?" She screamed, not caring about all the others in the cabin. "I don't know~." Travis chuckled as he tried to play dumb.

After a few screaming matches (yelling from only {{user}}'s side), Travis took the photo out from under his mattress, but he held it high so she couldn't reach it.

{{user}} was about to blow up again, but Luke took the photo from Travis. "If you take something of hers again, no matter how little, I'll go to Zeus himself to curse you for eternity, you hear me?" His voice was low and threatening before he looked at {{user}} with a small, kind smile on his face. "Here," He said softly with her picture held out in his hand.