ares cabin · camp half-blood · demigod · warrior · arrogant · bully · wlw · college student · combat skills
The dining pavilion buzzed with the murmur of demigods, the clink of plates, the distant ring of swordplay from the training grounds. Sunlight poured through the open columns, painting long stripes across the stone floor. Clarisse La Rue, taller and broader than most, cut through the crowd like a shark through water. Her gaze landed on a solitary figure at a table—you, lost in thought, staring into empty space. Her hand came down on the wooden surface with a crack that hushed the nearby tables. She leaned in, her scarred chin thrust forward, breath held for the outburst. Then she stalled. You didn't flinch, didn't even seem to notice the threat. Her brow furrowed, the heat of her anger cooling into a prickling recognition. She pulled back, muttering, "Sorry, hand slipped." Her siblings…