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[h1][color=darkolivegreen]Archer Andrews[/color], [color=aquamarine]Claire Bellerose[/color], [color=firebrick]Gideon Carlyle[/color][/h1][h3]~The Lake - Camp Half-Blood~[/h3]
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"[color=darkolivegreen]Gideon![/color]" The angry voice echoed through the water and Claire blinked, looking through the small waves into the glittery abyss above her. The sunlight glinted off the top of the water and she pushed herself upward toward the surface. Poking only her eyes, forehead, and nose above the water, she looked around. She saw the pretty blond boy making his way toward the lake, the Son of Athena, Claire believed, but she saw, storming in front of him, was Gideon. Claire tipped her head curiously to the side and pushed herself silently through the water hardly making any ripples.

"[color=firebrick]I don't understand why you think it's [i]my[/i] fault![/color]" Gideon snarled, coming to such an abrupt stop that Archer nearly ran into the back of him. Archer backpedaled slightly, glaring at his friend. He couldn't understand why he was making sure a big deal out of this! "[color=firebrick]I can't control it! I can't control [i]his[/i] feelings! Can you deny your own actions when Athena is angry?[/color]"

"[color=darkolivegreen]This isn't the same thing! I don't [i]fight[/i] when I'm angry--[/color]"

"[color=firebrick][i]Not the same thing?[/i] How can you even say that! I've seen you fight when you're angry.[/color]"

"[color=darkolivegreen]I'm not merciless when I fight![/color]" Archer yelled at him. Gideon, on an impulse of rage, reached back to grab his swords, but before he could even get one out, Archer had his crossbow out and was aiming directly at him. "[color=darkolivegreen]Don't even try it.[/color]"

The two, unaware of the circling water that now began to spiral around a small blonde making her way out of the ocean, were at a standoff. Neither would move, as the other would most likely strike if they did. The sun beat down heavily on both of them. Archer's dark eyes were narrowed, tracing every single one of Gideon's twitches. Gideon was registering Archer's moves as well, predicting where he would strike first, but neither got the chance to use their knowledge as the sun suddenly disappeared under a dark wave. Both boys tried to get out of the way, but the wave slammed down hard, catching them off-guard. 

"[color=aquamarine]Zat iz enough![/color]" Claire was so angry that her French accent jumbled up some of her words. Both boys, now soaking wet, stared at the small French girl. "[color=aquamarine]You two. You two are... 'ow you say... best friends! [i]Amis mellieur![/i] Your parents, as they are brother and sister and opposite, argue much! You two should show them that their children can get along! Not fight whenever one of them gets angry.[/color]" Claire narrowed her eyes at Gideon. "[color=aquamarine]You. If you are angry, do not fight.[/color]" The dark blues turned to Archer. "[color=aquamarine][i]Et vous![/i] You should not be mad at Gideon if his father becomes angry up there[/color]" She pointed toward the sky. "[color=aquamarine]And it transfers to him down here! He can control Ares about as much as you can control Athena.[/color]"

The poor child was shaking from her rage and she plopped down on a stump and crossed her arms across her chest. Her hair fell in wet locks around her face. Droplets of water ran down her skin and with one slight twitch of her shoulders, the droplets suddenly shot off in every direction, some hitting the boys, but when they were gone, she was completely dry. Even her hair was now smooth and straight, as if she had just dried and straightened it at a salon. The ground around the stump was completely dry as well, an after affect of the water bending. Gideon and Archer looked at her for a few moments before turning their eyes to each other. Archer's hair fell in front of his face and he ran a hand through it, slicking it back. 

"[color=darkolivegreen]Sorry,[/color]" he muttered, staring at the ground. He looked back up carefully and smiled. "[color=darkolivegreen]Friends?[/color]"

Gideon just looked at him for a few minutes before cracking a smile and saying, "[color=firebrick]Friends.[/color]" He dipped his head in thanks to Claire. "[color=firebrick]Now, if you two will excuse me, I will head off to that barbecue with Ky. See you later, scamp.[/color]" Gideon winked at Archer and Archer just shook his head. After Gideon had walked off, Archer cringed and leaned up against a nearby tree. Claire raised an eyebrow. 

"[color=aquamarine]Are you alright?[/color]" she asked. 

"[color=darkolivegreen]Not really. I think he bruised some of my ribs.[/color]" Taking a deep breath, he drew himself back up and smiled at Claire. "[color=darkolivegreen]I'm going to see if I can find Kiran. I'll talk to you later, Claire.[/color]" He waved to her before hurrying off to find the daughter of Apollo.

Claire smiled and stood up. Well, she had done her job for the day. She walked back into the water and sank down below the surface. She would go to the barbecue at some point. Just not yet.