[centre][b][h1][color=0072bc]Imogen[/color][/h1][/b]

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[b]Location[/b] On the obstacle tower[/centre]

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Imogen already knew that she wasn’t going to win the tower, all the other competitors were a lot better than her, but it wasn’t about winning, not anymore. It was more about proving to herself, and everyone else, that she was stronger then she looked, then she had already shown. It was about proving to herself that… she could do this. She’d been in camp so long, she hadn’t really had the need to… to push herself. To prove herself. Winning didn’t matter. It was never about winning… although she’d try her very best. Finishing the climb up the rope ladder, imogen judged the best place to start the next part, taking a few deep breaths so she wouldn’t be gasping for air later, before continuing. 

The winner would be Ky’ vie or Deon, it always was either, but that didn’t matter. Imogen pushed herself, attacking the course with dedication and determination, because who cared about winning? Sure it was great and all, but what did it really prove? That you were great at climbing up a tower that wanted to kill you? What did that prove? A tower could be predictable. People generally weren’t. All at once, she leaped, flinging herself up and in the air, reaching for the next platform, and pulling herself up, her heart beating at a mile a minute, at what she had done and how foolish it was. She didn’t even know where it had come from. 

As she took a moment or two to calm down, she laughed at herself, wondering if she had been trying to teach herself a lesson. She shook her head, and continued on her way, wanting nothing more than to turn tail in run, but she wasn’t going to. She was going to reach the damn top of this tower, and nothing was going to stop her. Not even herself. She knew that there’d be other campers who’d find it amusing that she was participating, but she was going to show them. This year… this year she was going to make some changes. It was time… it was time she became a better… imogen. 

Continuing through the tower, imogen looked up, unsurprised to see that Ky’ vie had reached the top, but that didn’t mean that imogen was going to give up. Far from it. She didn’t stop to rest, instead she continued through the tower, her arms beginning to burn, her legs feeling almost jelly like, but she was going to continue. She would finish the course. There simply was no other option. She was going to complete it, even if she came last. It still meant she had done it, and she knew she could get better. Besides, if she came last, it would be easier to climb up the ladder, until she got to the harder people to beat. Musing on that a moment, she stopped when she found somewhere to rest, taking a few deep breaths, to regain her strength. 

She was going to prove that she had the right to be a daughter of Poseidon. She had a big legacy to follow, her brother Percy had done so much… he was a hard act to follow. She wasn’t going to do things for the glory… she just wanted to honor her father. Some people might think she was being disrespectful by having sea monkey’s, but… all water creatures deserved care and dedication, and she knew her father would appreciate it… if he ever knew about them. Realising that she was getting distracted, imogen resumed the course, with the same gusty as before, knowing she would never give up. 

Although she was glad that there were kids from the Apollo cabin there.