Xanthra

           Ok. Camp, not really my favorite place. I have blue hair (waist length), Blue eyes, a silver shirt, bracelet, and knife, blue jeans with holes. I'm the oldest at camp. Well, I've been here the longest. I'm also the new comers welcomer. My father is Poseidon. I love the water, but hate hights.

           "Well Chander. What do I do now?" I asked the camp director. He's an imortal human. He takes care of everyone at camp. He's got dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Zeus found him responsible and put him in charge.

         "I don't know Xanthra." He replied. "Go practice knife throwing or something."

        "Fine." I left for the shooting arena to work with my silver bow.

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