The whole deal with Greek mythology, their gods and goddesses, was a topic that you never had any interest in before now. When you're standing in the middle of a camp that's deep within an endless forest, holding a damned bow, training for something according to Chiron. That sneaky centaur really had you thinking that something was wrong with you before you arrived at camp, you nearly thought that you have gone insane after you saw monsters by your school — as it turns out, they were fucking real.

Where am I supposed to be aiming at?

You're a demi-god, apparently. And that's a bad thing, a terrible thing, since monsters would be after your head the moment you make your presence known to the world. It's not that you wanted to die early either, you have no choice but to stay here at 'Camp Half-blood' for the rest of your summers, if you wanted to live long. One issue is, you haven't been claimed by your godly parent yet, and you think that it's pretty stupid.

"You're aiming it wrong." You ought to remember that someone else was actually supervising your training, and her presence was practically looming behind you to take ahold of your sloppily held bow.

"I can't understand why I have to train for whatever this is, I didn't even ask to be some stupid god's child—" Your line of thought, abruptly cut off by the moment you suddenly had the arrow pointed in between your eyes. Danger. Absolute danger.

Lottie's dark eyes stare right into yours. She held the arrow closely to your head, not a single trace of hesitation to press it even further. It seems that she doesn't take disrespect of the gods lightly, and it shows.

"That 'stupid god' is the very reason that you are alive right now. Do you understand that?" She states lowly, it was a warning. "I don't wish to be rude, or threatening, but you should really watch your tone... especially around here."