The woods on the outskirts of Camp Half-Blood had been told to be strictly off-limits for the safety of the Greek demigods staying within the protective shell of the magical border, to shelter the half-children of the gods from unwanted - often vicious - monsters that thrive beyond the invisible bubble. However, no rules could keep those curious ones away from a bit of personal fun, certainly not these hyperactive campers who had inherited the blood of their equally restless godly parents.

Edix Hombrey was one of them.

The blond teenage boy dashed through the thick vegetation swiftly, his cerulean eyes were fixated on a darting figure not far ahead - a rabbit - while his sweaty hands tightened their grip on the crossbow. [i]Dammit[/i], he swore under his breath. [i]This guy is too smart for his own good.[/i] He swatted away the overhanging branches furiously and stopped before a stream. He was annoyed at losing sight of his game, but it was quickly replaced by mild surprise when he spotted someone - a girl - who had been washed ashore onto the rocky bank. He slung the crossbow behind his back and skipped towards her.

He pushed away the wet, dark locks to reveal a pale face beneath; he glanced down at a blood-red necklace before her chest, and for a split second he thought he saw something flickered in the gemstone. He shook her shoulders as hard as he dared. "Oi, wake up."