Heavy breathing could be heard as the five children caught their breath. A box lay on the grassy field next to them, one much larger than usual gear was transported. The eldest was in his late-teens, and the youngest couldn't be a day older than thirteen. The rest were in there mid-teens, however they were all panting the same. There had been a few flowers crushed accidentally when they'd let the box down to catch their breath before, the Demeter cabin surely wouldn't be happy. There were two children sitting against the box, the eldest was leaning against it. And the other two were simply standing, but still clearly exhausted.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh, gods, what could <span style="font-style: italic">possibly</span> be so heavy?"</span>The eldest remarked, gesturing for the two sitting to get up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"Probably just tons and tons of rocks."</span>The youngest replied, after standing. No one really thought they were rocks, but crates of armor weren't this large or heavy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Rocks ain't this heavy."</span>The eldest replied back, wiping set from his brow.<br/><br/>"We're close, do you wanna just get this done?" Aaron asked, finally having his breath caught again. All he received in reply were a couple sore "Yeah" responses and some regretful nods. He wasn't much more excited himself to be hauling this, using a vehicle or some form of supply transportation would have been much more practical. "Just one more push." Aaron remarked.<br/><br/>The five managed to get a grip on the box, and all heaved to have it lifted. They certainly weren't going at record breaking speeds, but within time they'd finally made it to the forge. Nearly everyone there was from the Hephaestus cabin, as per usual. A few fingers pointed towards the box, and a couple stray excited "Look, they're here!" exclamations could be heard. As they placed the crate down at the forged, the eldest child of Ares was eager to open it to see what they were so excited about, and what he had been helping to lug. Aaron wasn't far behind him, though most people at the forge had even stopped what they were doing to come and see. The Hephaestus cabin already seemed to know what it was.<br/><br/>The eldest lifted a panel of off the crate, and all that came in to view were several anvils all lined up.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh, you've gotta be kiddin' me."</span>The eldest remarked, once again out of breath. He walked off back towards his cabin, Cabin five.<br/><br/>"You guys can take it from here." Aaron remarked, he'd had just about enough of carrying anvils for the day. "And that means the crate when you're done." Aaron said, before turning to walk away.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------</div><br/><br/>The rest of the day went fairly normal, as it usually would. The Demeter cabin spent their free time in the warm summer weather tending to the strawberry fields, the Hephaestus cabin spent their free time making weapons, the Ares and Athena cabins argued during combat practice earlier, while the Apollo cabin ignored them and practiced their archery.<br/><br/>The bonfire and singalong would be in just a few minutes, most people had already gathered there, Aaron included. The fire was already started, and the entirety of the Apollo cabin was already in attendance. They were eager, Aaron gave them that, to lead a singalong every weekday. It wasn't exactly Aaron's cup of tea, but attendance was mandatory to campers that weren't adults, which were most. There were the few that outright refused to join the vibe, Aaron personally only went along with it because it was, admittedly, a great spirit lifter. The mood of the crowd determined how bright the fire burned. If the spirit of the crowd was happy and uplifted, it would rise sometimes up to twenty feet, it could even turn golden. In cases where everyone was upset and unhappy, the flame would turn to not much more than embers, turning into shades of purple. For the time being, it looked like nothing more than an average campfire.<br/><br/>Aaron began tapping his fingers against his legs as the minutes went by. Chatter was flowing within the Apollo cabin, and other friends that had met up were talking as well. As for the Ares cabin, they generally showed up just in time, Aaron had only arrived so early because he'd taken a rain-check on late-night weapon making. Too many anvils.