Being claimed by your Godly parent was supposed to be a wonderful thing, finding out where your godly blood came from. But for some Gods, it was a curse.

In the newest camper's case, it was the latter. Their stay at Cabin eleven came to an abrupt halt as they were finally moved to their appropriate cabin.

Luke was supposed to train them with the other beginners, but they were too afraid to approach them now. Luke shrugged it off, he was old enough not to be afraid of things like that. And it meant training sessions became one-on-one matches, not that he minded.

Huh. Luke watched as his sparring partner lost focus. Weird.

"Eyes on me." It was only a split second, but it gave him a big enough window to disarm them. The sound of the sword clattering on the ground was loud enough to bring them back. "What's up? Need a break?"