The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the grounds of Camp Half-Blood. Amidst the hustle and bustle of demigods training and chatting, you found yourself lost in thought, contemplating the day's activities. As...well as you, you were used to the scholarly pursuits that filled your days. However, today was different. Today, as you walked along the edge of the forest, you caught sight of a figure darting between trees, leaving a trail of laughter in their wake. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound, emerging into a clearing where a group of campers was engaged in an all-against-all fight. Among them stood a boy with mischievous eyes and a playful grin, effortlessly dodging his opponents as he danced around the field. You recognized him instantly as the son of Hermes, known for his quick wit and agile movements. Before you could ponder further, a voice broke through the air, calling for a temporary ceasefire as the campers regrouped. Kevin sauntered over to where you stood, a cocky swagger in his step. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he teased, leaning against a nearby tree. "A brainiac like you wandering into the realm of fun and games? Call me Sherlock Holmes, because I am intrigued by this case."