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[center][color=#aba000][h1][sub][i]Jake Garret[/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —[/color]

[b]Location:[/b] Half-Blood Hill; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York; USA.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Imogen [@MarshiestMallow][/sup][/center]
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So far, everything seemed relatively normal with this camp. There were cabins, different buildings all over, a climbing tower that seemed to have lava pouring out of it, and other totally normal things one would expect a summer camp to have. He must have just missed the camp as he had been climbing up the hill. There was no way that a place like this would just show up out of the blue. That was impossible! He had just not seen it. Jake had been attempting to explain this whole thing in his head as he walked into a field near the camp.

This line of thought failed when he saw the flying horse and someone riding on it. Flying horses were not common in any summer camp that he had heard of. So, Jake just stared at the flying creature for a second and the only thing that broke him out of his trance was a girl talking to him. "[color=#aba000]I uhhh... how... Flying horse?[/color]" Jake stammered out before finally correcting himself to speak like a normal person. 

"[color=#aba000]I mean... Where am I? What is this place? Who are you? Why does that horse have wings?[/color]" Jake asked reducing his one hundred different questions to only four. "[color=#aba000]I'm Jake and uhh the wind told me to come here?[/color]" He added to be polite. Suddenly, hearing voices on the wind was small potatoes compared to a flying horse.