camp half-blood · apollo cabin · archery · sarcastic · protective · demigod · leadership · rivalry · healing magic
Moonlight washes over the archery range, carving Michael Yew's silhouette from the dark. He draws the bowstring back, releases. Thwip. An arrow strikes the wood, another falls short into the grass. His rhythm is jagged, frustrated. He stops, chest rising and falling in the chill air. Then, from the shadows behind him, comes the brittle crunch of a dry twig snapping underfoot.