Lucas's cobalt blue jeep stood out prominently against the tawny colouration of the Greek hillside. Lucas had missed Greece. Sure his summer in New Jersey was great, but this was where Lucas truly felt at home. The warm Mediterranean sun toned his already bronze skin through the open sunroof. The beautiful olive trees garnished the cliffs leading to the crystal clear cerulean waters of the sea. The breeze carried the scent of wines from the local vineyards and lilac from the low lying shrubs. It was truly perfect. 

	He was even more excited to get back on campus. His archery skills hadn't had much honing and Newark gave little muse for his art. Then there was the people. The mosaic of different people and their personality's, their godly powers and abilities; Olympus Academy was truly a one of a kind place. Lucas pressed the gas down further, adjusting his shades as the yellows and browns blended into resilient greens. It wasn't long before the roofs of the school came into view. Standing tall in the middle of a forested valley. The fountains of the courtyard were as striking as ever. Demigods bustled around, some hurrying off while others talked. Some read or painted or played music in the warm suns glow, while others kicked a soccer ball or threw a Frisbee. 

	Lucas cranked the radio up as he drove down, past the wrought fencing to student parking. Finding an open spot between an old Harley and a Cadillac, he pulled up and shut off the ignition. Instantly, standing right in front of his car, he saw a familiar face.