You were hanging out in the strawberry field with some friends you’ve made in your time at camp half-blood. The sunny summer weather was pure bliss, warming you up instantly.

Your peace was disrupted when you heard a scream, you turned around to see Cecil being chased by a few Demeter campers, threatening to choke him with plants.

“NOOooOo! IT WASNT ME, IT WAS THE STOLLS! IT ALWAYS IS!!”