Percy Jackson and the Olympians RP

Michael looked out over the archery range as first year demigods were learning how to shoot bows. [I]"I remember my first year. Being a son of Apollo, Michael almost instantly took to archery. Although, training wasnt very fun. It had seemed like Apollo had decided to mess with his son. Hey, gods gotta have fun too. Michael could barely hit the target at first, and that didnt really help his self-esteem much. As time progressed, however, he soon could hit the bulls eye every time. "Jace! Aim up a little!" Michael yelled across the range. He liked training these first years. All young sons of Apollo seemed so eager to get there hands on a bow. Michael smiled to himself, he remembered being like that.

Later, as the sun was setting, Michael was already thinking what he should expect in the next Capture the Flag. He hoped he could be on Annabeth's team. Not because she was beautiful, which she was, but beacuse she is probably the best tactician in the camp. When he did get picked, she always had him as sentry or medic. People said he was a good medic, he guessed he was. He usually had stuff like stab wounds healed in an hour or so. He remembered Chiron teaching him what he should expect seeing as he's Apollos son. He had said that along with incredible accuracy, healing would be indispensable. "Where is Chiron anyway?" Michael wondered aloud. He hadn't seen the centaur in a few weeks. "Oh well, im sure hes fine. He's a centaur for gods sake." Michael began rolling this over and over in his mind as he made his way back to the Apollo cabin.

OOC: anybody can jump in! Feel free to take the story into your own hands!!