Amaryllis stood just a foot from where Erin had closed up her huge rip in the ground. Looking at it closely you could see what looked like a thin jagged line in the dirt, where the split had been; cautiously Amara lightly placed her right foot down upon the healing earth, wondering a million questions in her head. When nothing happened she moved to put all her wait on it, and softly jumped up and down a few times. “Cool…” she said quietly to herself. 

Then she looked up just in time to see the black rotted mash of apple land with a splash of decay at the feet of a kid standing near her. The smell was nasty, so she side stepped away from it, as she absentmindedly imagined her grandmother frowning at the waste of a perfectly good apple, and probably shaking her finger at all the ‘ridiculous teenagers’ as she like to call them. 

So far if Amara had the names right, the girl with the tattoo legs was Faris. The boy with the vulgar mouth was Ven…something. The tall guy that ruined the apple was…Thane? The grumpy tour leader was Erin, and the girl with the pretty pink hair was Syleste. The pink hair was something she had only seen on dolls, and out of all the questions she wanted to ask. All of her important and relevant questions, what she really wanted to know at that particular moment was, ‘If she could somehow have pink hair just like her.’

Tuning out the teenagers bickering, Amara was just enjoying the magic show; they were putting on, as they showed off. All she could really do was make some flowers bloom, and once in awhile she could make them move how she wished. It amazed her Grandma, and father, but she had the feeling that her abilities were nothing special here. The brief tour that was given before all this bizarreness had occurred, was not detailed enough for the nine year old Amaryllis, she wanted to explore, and see which cabin was hers. The Curly haired boy in the wheelchair appeared, and Amara made her way to the front of the newbie crowed…”Can we get back to the Q&A part of the tour? I was just wondering…what Cabin is Demeters? Oh and um…aren’t you guys all going to get in trouble for fighting? ” She said in a flat clear voice.
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Myra was competing in a spur of the moment archery competition in the arena with about a dozen other demigod teens. So far she was kicking everyone’s ass, that is everyone other than Barlow Higgins, who could hit a moving target blindfolded, but he was a son of Apollo, so Myra liked to think of his skills as a sort of cheating…or at least an unfair advantage, it made her feel better. 

Kera, Erwin, and Gilbert the most competitive kids at camp, looked super pissed as Barlow got bull’s-eye again. It had been those threes idea to start up the ‘light hearted’ contest in the first place, wanting to show off their new bows. Winner getting loser as a servant for the rest of the week, was the prize when it all started, but the competition was heating up, and no one had defined any rules so, when Lulu daughter of Hephaestus used her fire ability to shoot a flaming arrow at a target blowing it up, everyone started doing as they pleased and it was basically childish chaos in the arena. 

Like the playful food fight scene in a movie, but with flying arrows, flames, and so on…then a group of Ares kid joined in and all hell broke loose…it was good practice if anything but she was not really dressed for it. Sundresses and flipflops were not the best thing to be wearing at the moment, so she slipped away, hoping it was still going once she changed her clothes.