As the sun slowly rose over Camp Half-blood, most campers had already gotten up, heading off to the dining pavilion, or other cabins. Everything was slow and peaceful in the morning, especially in the training area.

However, this particular morning, two campers had decided to take advantage of the emptiness of the training area and spar a little.

Erin was one of those campers. He was a bright child, a son of Apollo, and a damned good fighter.

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