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.

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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.

Today was a quiet one, at least, as quiet as it could be in a forge. Myles hammered away on a new sword with his trusty hammer Earthshatter, which doubled as a weapon and tool. The blueprints for such an item were given to him by none other than Hephaestus himself, his father. It was a celestial bronze hammer with a pointed tip opposite the blunt side. It was perfectly balanced for Myles and nobody but him. It contained an enchantment within it that made it so he could hammer and hammer and hammer, and it would be perfectly fine after a long days work. Myles took his free hand and picked up the completed sword. He submerged it in a nearby bucket of water. To any camper not born from Hephaestus, the steam produced from the hot metal contacting water would be enough to burn their arm. Myles held the sword up to the light and admired his work. The camper to use this would be in good hands. Of course, any weapon Myles made was in tip-top condition. Having being done with his work, Myles placed the sword with the 100 others he had made that day (he does not waste time when crafting weapons) and left the forge, locking it behind me. He walked through the rest of the Armory and noticed many other campers training their abilities. It was a common sight in this part of the camp. Myles left the Armory and looked up at the sky. It was late afternoon. He looked at his watch and noticed it was around 5 pm. "Almost time for dinner..." he said to himself. He made his way over to the cabins and where the bonfire would later take place.

"This heat is brutal" Maxwell said to himself as he felt the suns rays almost frying his skin, but the cold breeze in the air made it livable. Maxwell was at the archery range, as almost every other kid from the Apollo cabin. He was practicing his skills with his wooden bow named the Flying sparrow, it looked old and weak, but nobody other then Maxwell knew what power this bow really held. It had been enchanted to make arrows fired poisoned with a paralyzing poison. Maxwell had no trouble hitting his targets, he did not miss a single shoot that day. Or there was one shoot, but that one was he going to blame at one of the Hermes kids that ran behind him and knocked him out of focus. As time went on Maxwell noticed that more and more people was leaving the range, but he continued to practice until he was the last one standing there. Then he took a quick look around to see where people where and when he could not see that many of the campers he took a look at his watch, it showed that it was 5 PM. Maxwell then went back to the cabin with his stuff before he went of to the campfire.

Mark was in the training area, sparing with some Ares kids. He had not been pinned down today, he had lost be knock outs (Ares kids got rough!!), but no one had pinned him. He was know against some veterans, like himself, who had been on some quests. It was 2v1 and the pair work together very well. Weapons allowed, he had stood firm with his hammer, Warstarter, and had taken lots of blows from swords. Ares sparing had no protection, and satyrs on standby to heal if needed, which they will be. The two opponents where strong, but one side-sweeping blow from his hammer broke there swords, and maybe some ribs. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and walked to the edge of the training area, near the woods, and laid down. He had bruises and cuts, and he was tired. He took a nap, he knew he wouldn't miss dinner, he could set alarm clocks in his head to wake up, you picked it up when you took shifts on quests.......It was around 5pm when he woke up, standing up and stretching, he decided after being lazy, he needed some exercise. Getting in a runners position, he started to sprint to the dining pavilion. He was hungry and he was big, watch out people!

When Myles arrived at the campfire, campers were already beginning to gather around it. The counselors sat on a raised platform at a long elegant table. Mr. D sat in the middle, looking bored as ever, while Mr. Harlen and Mr. Robinson sat on either side of him. Myles went and sat down with others from his cabin and began exchanging small talk. A few of the younger Hephaestus kids talked about little robots they had built to fight eachother, while the older ones discussed smithing and tinkering. Same old, same old. A bell rang that could be heard throughout the camp, signalling to the campers that the campfire and dinner would officially start in roughly 5 minutes. Myles looked at the fire, and noticed a few of the Apollo kids dancing around it and singing. The fire burnt a bright golden color, and rose to well over 15 feet. Everyone had been in such a good mood lately, and Myles didn't want it to end. But then again, what could possibly happen to bring everyone's spirits down? Myles would soon find out.

Once all the campers had arrived, Mr. Harlen rose to his feet and gave a warm smile. He motioned for everyone to quiet down, and that they did.
"Good evening to all of you. Before we begin, I'd just like to say a few words." he started. "I...I just wanted to tell all of you how special you are. This is a dangerous world we live in, but you all manage to stay happy, and excited. I mean, just look at this fire!"
The campfire was about 20 feet in the air, and continued to burn brightly. It reflected the emotions of the campers.
"Anyways, I just want to wish you all good fortune in your lives. Now, let's eat!"

While most of the campers were busy stuffing their faces with a variety of different foods, Myles couldn't help but be worried. What was that whole speech about? Why was Mr. Harlen acting so strange? It put Myles on edge, but it didn't seem to phase most of the campers. The fire looked the same as it had earlier. Myles continued to eat, though he did not laugh, and hardly smiled to his siblings. That speech was a bad omen, and Myles knew it.

Daniel grumbled in annoyance as he pulled his metal link puzzle in various ways. Nothing seemed to work and he had to shoo off some Nyaids who had a tendency to tease him calling the black sheep of Hermes's cabin which he did not care for since he knew it to be true already. Once the fire was lit soon afterward Daniel decided to put his sword in his belt, he had taken it out to hang the metal puzzle on while he messed with it. The sand was rough and he hated the beach with a great passion but it was pretty and comforting because of it's simple nature when it was calm. Poseidon had his respect like all the other gods since the sea was like a wild horse hard to tame and thus he knew it was something else that it could be tamed in a manner. He got up and brushed the sand off his clothes as he jogged to the camp fire at a lesuirely pace. He would also make a quick pit stop to get his food.

Maxwell was siting among the many Apollo kids. Apollos cabin had many demigod children, almost as many as the Hermes cabin. They where the second biggest cabin in camp and Maxwell felt good about every single member of his cabin. Some of the Apollo kids where singing, other playing music and others where just eating and enjoying the music mad by the others. Maxwell was among the kids who just sat and ate. He really just wanted to relax and take a few moments for himself. All day he had been shooting arrows so his arm was aching, his feet hurt from standing on them the whole and his eyes tired from keeping constant focus. So now just sitting by the dancing campfire he was totally relaxed and had not a bother in the world. Camp might be hard, but for Maxwell this place was Heaven.

Mark stopped by the food court, piling his plate high with the best food he could. He gave his offering and ate, he was among the Ares kids, and all of them had a big apatite and there was not much talking, he liked it that way, eating was his time. Afterwards, he got up and started to the campfire, lots of the kids were already there, so he quickly found a seat by some kids from the Ares cabin and sat down. There was a hum of voices as the kids from all cabins sat and talked, he heard singing and laughter coming from all direction. He closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, this was great. Camp was great, it tested him everyday, but he would always love camp. The heat from the fire made him feel cozy, and the talking and laughing made him feel like he was home, he had been very sad at the death of his mom, and cried constantly, but after a while, he learned lots of the kids had tragic past, but they all toughed it out. He was among people who knew him, and it was the best feeling in the world.

The campers continued to eat and have a good time, as was per usual. However, Myles was still a bit out-of-place. Nobody else seemed to notice the strange tone Mr. Harlen had given his short speech in. It was like a mixture of pity and fear. But what was it that he feared? In all his years of being at camp, Myles had never seen Mr. Harlen act this way. But then again, Myles was also one of the most common campers here, having been there for a good 4 years and being there year-round. He decided to brush it off for now and turned back to his cabinmates, talking about all sorts of things ranging from weapons to machinery. It went on like this for quite awhile, until Mr. Harlen stood once again. He spoke, this time in a much more serious tone.
"Settle down, settle down everyone. Now, as you all know, it has been quite some time since a quest has been given."
Anxious chatter sprung up from the crowd. The fire burned fiercer than ever.
"I am actually grateful that we haven't had any for a long time. They are dangerous, and despite the glory quests bring, sometimes they aren't worth the risk. But, unfortunately, I must put that all beside me, because something has.... happened."
The campers looked at eachother, trying to find out what possibly could've happened to affect Mr. Harlen this way.
"Now, I can't release all of the details just yet, but I can tell you this. Something has been stolen. Something very valuable and powerful. So powerful, in fact, that one can create and command armies with such an item. The Hammer of Hephaestus."
The Hephaestus cabin was dead silent, and all eyes were on them. It was considered a very insulting thing to a demi-god when something of their parent's was stolen.
"Now I know that this is a big deal. And believe me, I would go myself if it kept you all out of harm's way. But I must be professional. One of you will go see the Oracle, and retrieve a quest. I have already picked the one who shall do so."
Mr. Harlen looked over at the Hephaestus table.
"Myles Dereth."
Myles was shocked, to say the least. He hadn't been on a quest in 3 years, and this was on a much larger scale than his last one.
"Come up here, Myles."
Myles's legs seemed to move on their own, as he stood up and made his way onto the raised platform that Mr. Harlen stood on. Myles looked at the crowd of campers, and they all looked back at him. Some with a look of congratulation, some with a look of jealousy. Still others looked upon him with pity.
"As the oldest and leader of Hephaestus cabin, I have deemed Myles worthy of retrieving this tool from the enemy. Now, I am sure many of you would love nothing more than to go on a quest right now, but after Myles visits the Oracle, he, and he alone, will choose his companions, if the Oracle grants him any. Now go, Myles. Go visit the Oracle."
As Myles left the podium, there was a mix of applause coming from the crowd. Some cheered him on, others clapped out of respect. It seemed as if the entire camp knew what could lie in store for him, and he hadn't even "officially" been given a quest yet.