Kindle had never fit in when he had lived in the normal world, he had always felt different from the others. When he had first learned of Camp Half-Blood over a month ago, the concept had been a bit hard to swallow. Nevertheless, a fleeting hope ran through Kindle, making him believe that maybe he would finally fit in, find his place in the world. When he was brought to Camp Half-Blood, Kindle decided that he was wrong.

Everyone here was special in a way, powerful. He didn't have any special abilities, his brain wasn't hardwired for combat, he wasn't a hero. The thought made Kindle feel small. At least in the normal world Kindle knew what was in front of him, no matter how miserable it had been. Here everything seemed uncertain, and it scared him. Sighing, Kindle pulled himself out of bed for another day.

The entire cabin felt cold and empty. His room was comfy and spacious, though it felt off, as if it were bound to disappear. Kindle's body shook as the blanket left his body, the cold morning air bombarding him. Kindle had always hated the cold, his body was extra sensitive to it and even a slight chill would give him shivers. Out of bed, Kindle stepped forward to his dresser. He had never owned much clothes, though what he had was comfortable enough.

After dressing, Kindle studied his appearance in the mirror. He reached his hand down and smoothed down a wrinkle on his favorite knit coat. He was ready to go, but was nervous to leave the privacy of his room. Finally sucking in his gut, he'd exit the cabin, stepping into the morning light.

He had slept in late again, Kindle realized. Sleep hadn't come easy to Kindle for the last month, most of the time spent curled up in a ball, his mind running with uncertainties. Everyone was already out and about, and Kindle longed to join the other campers, cheerily conversing and having fun. A bubble of anxiety rose up in his throat at the thought, and Kindle reached one hand up to grip the upper arm of his other, nervous about the day to come. He would never break past his fears if he just stood around and moped, but why did the prospect of other people scare him so much?