"Trying to make a joke," He told her, chuckling. "Son of Hephaestus, Local Arsonist." He winced from a wound he got and awaited the other campers to come. Unsheathing his dagger, Jace admired the work. It took him about a week to create this great dagger that he will use in battle and while...
"God of death," Jace said sourly. He folded his arms and the bottom of his tattoo was peeking out. He then thought to himself, 'Big Three kiddo eh?' "Well this is gonna be fun..." He chuckled and yawned. "You can stay here with my witty and fiery personality, or go to your cabin."
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Jace piped up. "That's me. My name is Jace," he told her, a warm smile appearing on his face. He put his hands on his sides, the right side having his dagger and the other side nothing. "And who might you be? And do you know your godly parent?" He slipped off his jacket and crossed his arms...