Five years passed since the Battle of New York. Kronos and his army have been defeated and the curse on the Oracle of Delphi lifted, allowing the spirit to pass into a new host - Rachel Dare. A new great prophecy was foretold, though many have forgotten in the years since its decree. Those that fought and survived the war with the Titians still tell the tales of those years to the newer campers, though it seems like so long ago for some.
Peace, surprisingly for some, settled over the camp with normal activities resuming as if the war had never happened. Though, according to Chiron, that's the way life is for demi-gods. The first day of summer found its way to them once more - campers returning, and daily activities coming back into full swing.
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Marshall watched his brothers playing a game of basketball against some of the Hermes boys. He, shy as ever, focused on making sure the Infirmary was stocked up with ambrosia, nectar, and more mundane medical supplies. After all, with campers returning - and even possibly new campers showing up - it was always good to make sure everything was ready. It was ready, though; he was always in the Infirmary making sure things were tidy and ready. Better there, doing nervously repetitive tasks, than outside making a fool of himself on the court by flinching away from the ball when it was passed to him or having trouble dribbling.
A sigh escaped him. Chiron always chased him out of the Infirmary sooner or later. It wasn't proper to stay cooped up away from others, according to the centaur. Besides, the room was tidy enough with his daily routine. Rather than wait for Chiron to come and hurry him outside, Marshall made his way out - hand on his messenger back to make sure no idle hands got into it - and headed off to the archery range to get in a bit of practice.