🌊 | The sticks and leafs crunch beneath your feet. The sun heat striking against your skin, panting as you reach the bottom of the hill, the red cloth fluttering in the horizon like a golden price. You make a run for it! Only for your eyes to be met with the sea-green ones you so eagerly despised. You watch his eyes widen as his figure grows closer— Almost as bruised and dirty as yourself. Your worst enemy Percy Jackson Racing you, to reach the flag first in a game of “Capture the flag”