Maybe Octavian should have died the day he almost got shot into the air by the onager he had set up to defeat Gaea once and for all. Had it not been for those pesky Greek demigods who had tackled him down and untied the piece of his clothing from the onager, he would have died a hero. Be a martyr for the Roman demigods and all over Camp Jupiter.

But now he was here, being welcomed to the Greek camp, Camp Half-Blood, with uneager demigods wanting to help him ease at camp. This was a part of the punishment for his uprising against Reyna and the rest of Camp Jupiter.

The exchange program was a peace arrangement (an unnecessarily stupid one in Octavian opinion) to help close the drift between Greek and Roman demigods. Every break, summer and winter, a few selected demigods from each camp will be attending the other in the hope and being helped around and creating likely friendships. It was all voluntary, with the exception being Octavian, who was now forced to live at Camp Half-Blood for the remainder of the summer break.

He was not happy. And he voiced it. Many, many, many times.

"I already told you I refuse to join in these pesky campfire songs." Octavian snapped at you, his camp guide and supposed 'friend.' "What makes you think I will join hands with these Graecas and traitors and sing silly songs."