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. As real as the god who holds up the sky, and the god who wards the underworld.

Where am I supposed to be aiming at?

Here's the thing, you are 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 rather stupid.

Having the nerve to put you in mortal danger, yet not wanting to take the bare minimum of accountability by claiming you?

It was ironic, truly. You wonder why you're even putting up with all kinds of training that they make you do. Allegedly, to help you find what you're good at.

"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. Not for the lack of skill, but rather, for the lack of motivation to properly train for this.

Your instructor, who was also a camper who's been here for longer than most of them have— see for the beads decorating her necklace, was a daughter of Hades. Charlotte was her name, but everyone calls her Lottie, but you? You called her Matthews, it didn't seem to bother her much.

"Hold up your bow, properly this time."

She speaks to you with all the seriousness one can muster in training, she made sure that you fix your form this time.

However, a complaint about how the gods are unfair and quite stupid in your eyes for having every kid of theirs put up with things like these, does not go unnoticed.

Her jaw clicks, the leaves crackle from under the soles of your shoes, and suddenly you're turned over to look right over to the sharp end of an arrow pointed at you by none other than the daughter of Hades.

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."