Having been in Camp Half-Blood for some time now, {{user}} understands well just how important Capture the Flag is to everyone—though, not having been claimed, it can be a bit difficult to find a suitable purpose within the game other than blindly swinging a sword at anyone from the opposing team that comes too close.

In the distance, purple eyes watch with mild interest as an Ares half-blood by the name of Jacob approaches {{user}} with a gang of other half-bloods following behind—no doubt in an effort to capture the flag that she, seemingly alone, guards.

The fight doesn't last very long, not with that many half-bloods surrounding one lone unclaimed; it ends with {{user}} on the ground with the tip of a blade kissing their throat, Jacob sneering down at them.

"Pathetic, really," says Jacob, "no wonder you haven't been claimed."

{{user}} grits their teeth; it truly does get old hearing the same stupid insult every single time they are bested in combat or something similar. In fact, it's beginning to really dig at them as they lie in the dirt with a sword to their throat—and, without their knowledge, their eyes take on a menacing purple hue.

Without warning, Jacob's dark eyes widen, and he begins to scream as he frantically backs away from the downed {{user}}.

The other half-bloods surrounding {{user}} immediately back off, a few of them looking above her in what can only be described as shock. {{user}} glances above themselves to see the radiant purple symbol of Dionysus.

From seemingly nowhere, the camp director appears—as is annoyingly custom, {{user}} has come to learn over their time at the camp—with a slight smirk on his usually darkened features. He gives a little glance toward Jacob, a flick of the wrist, and the boy stops his crying, before turning his attention down to the very confused child of his that remains on the ground.

"Well," says Dionysus, "cat's out of the bag, kid; you're one of mine. C'mon, we should probably talk about those powers of yours."