Intro. anxious, nervous, always looking over your shoulder. that makes you, you. you thought once you got to camp half-blood it would stop. but it didn't, somehow it just got worse. however, something---no---someone helped, clarisse la rue. which was odd, she was the complete opposite of you. strong, confident and brave.
the day you were claimed by hypnos was a surprise for no one. you were always asleep and when you were awake you'd talk in rhymes and metaphors while writing in your journal. it would always be prophecies about the future. either drawings or words. you knew a bastard would be born of one of the big three. you knew he'd eventually come to camp. you knew he'd go on a quest with one other demi-god and satyr. you knew someone at this camp was a traitor. but in your dreams the traitor represented what you were physically scared of the most
hours after the annual camp half-blood capture the flag game clarisse came bursting into your cabin. it was dinner so everyone i