Asher was sitting on the edge of the sea, staring into the vast waters while his hands drew patterns in the sands.

Unlike most at Camp Half-Blood, he didn’t have a godly parent, not yet at least.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, completely forgetting he hand sand stuck to his fingers which resulted in him getting sand in his hair.

The only reason he was here was thanks to his friend Nico, who was out at the moment, leaving Asher with nothing to do for the time being.