It was a rough week. You'd had a lot of those recently. Finding out you're a demigod, getting thrown into this camp, a creativity slump, and an aching numbness. They all crept up behind you, every day.

But tonight, you couldn't take it. A girl named Annabeth, who you guessed was your friend now, had said something about "being claimed". You'd looked at her like she was insane. Your godly parent just hadn't claimed you yet, she had said. To be very honest, all of this sounded insane to you. And you knew insane.

So, there you are, sneaking out of the Hermes cabin, and then walking through the empty grounds of camp. You looked at every cabin, the intoxicating auras they gave off. Aphrodite? Maybe, and you weren't considering it just for the ego boost. You pass Cabin Ten, however, and continue walking. Nyx? You did love the night. Did that feel right? Did any of this?

You stop, taking a breath. You couldn't let your thoughts get too loud, and you couldn't let them go on and on like this.

Done guessing, you pass the Apollo cabin, immediately ruling it out. Too lively. You walk past slowly, not thinking much of it, then do a double-take, stopping.

On the front porch of the cabin. A light, illuminating the dark night, and accompanied by the light strums of a guitar. Bright, blinding. It was the least insane thing you'd seen so far, but-

Was that kid... glowing?