Camp Half Blood - Wrath of A King - IC
It has been some time since the gods have faced any real enemy and the Campers at Camp Half Blood have been little more then missionaries and helpers cleaning up the messes that the others have made. The pact of the Big Three has been loosened slightly and they were allowed to have a child if only to help the other half bloods get further in life. However there is a darkness brewing and the a Titan has escaped from the nether worlds sending a shockwave throughout Olympus as they try to cover it up. The goal of the Titan is unknown however in this age of 2012 it is very ominous and a very scary prospect that this could be a dooms day scenario if not properly handled. At Camp Half Blood things are progressing as they always have and always will normal and peaceful with all the prospects of a Greek Military Camp and a Camp for normal kids. There is going to be a new quest soon and there will be destined demi-gods that will be choosen....
It was a typical shiny day at Camp Half Blood the kids were doing their duties and those who were off are doing their own things. There are Apollo kids at the archery ranges, Hephestus kids at the forges and stables, and Hermes Cabin was off making all the trouble they can cause. Overall nothing was causing trouble and the camp's temperature was rather mild and there was a cool breeze blowing. It was July 1st and many kids were eagerly looking forward to the 4th of July.
Typical day of course its nothing but training regiments... Daniel was walking back to camp, casually holding the sword his father gave him, Ravenbrand, a celestrial bronze sword, with an oddly colored green blade and black hilt with a ruby pummel it was a very unique blade, that was perfectly fitted to Daniel himself by Hermes. It was a gift for living so long in this gods forsaken world, he had been on two quests and barely made it back alive already. Daniel was not like his brothers and sisters of Hermes cabin. He prefered to be by himself and he loved to hone his skills with a blade more then anything. It gave him a purpose...it gave him a life and a reason to coutinue on. It was the drive to be the very best he could be. It had been some time since he came here. However he was always open to try new sword techniques anything that might improve himself. He wished that his father would not have taken interest in him. As he walked into the camp out of the forest line, where he had just got done sparring with another kid who recently joined, Daniel looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary for him. He sat down at the beach line and sighed. Why was his existance such a miserable one? He thought to himself as he silently sat there. The ocean was calm and it made him calm. He wiped some sweat off his brow and spit on the sand.