[h1][color=silver]Clara Kahrin[/color][/h1]
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Clara stepped out into the cool spring air. Her golden hair was tossed around by the light breeze. Clara crossed the campgrounds quickly. She still felt out of place, like everyone was laughing at her behind her back. Most of these people had been here for years, and naturally, cliques had formed. 

She arrived at the Mess Hall, where the majority of the campers had already sat down with their friends.  She went to the line forming at the back of the room. Clara stood awkwardly behind a rather tall, intimidating man. He looked at her, and offered a slight, half-smile.

"Ares. You?"

Clara's expression turned into one of confusion for a moment before his question had a chance to process. "Sorry, I'm kind of new to this whole thing. My mother was Athena," she said.

The boy let out a bellowing laugh. "Good luck in the tournament this afternoon. Gods know you'll need it." He turned back to his friends, leaving Clara to stew over what he had just said. Tournament? She was never told of any tournament.