<div class="floatright">(http://img823.imageshack.us/img823/7008/lunarsagecharacter.png)</div><br/>Jason woke up alone.  That's how it always was, though at Camp Half-Blood.  He had been here for the past three years and aside from one sibling when he first arrived, his cabin was devoid of anyone but himself.  Depressing.  He didn't even have Clint to hang around with this year... he sighed as he opened his eyes, hearing the resounding sounds the Satyrs made.  He knew he should have been up a lot earlier but he just didn't feel like training at the crack of dawn today.  He rolled out of bed and got dressed, slipping on a pair of beige shorts and a white t-shirt with some black athletic shoes and white socks.  He looked at the stand next to his bed where his Stygian sword lay propped up in it's sheath and attached belt.  He moved forward to run a hand over the hilt, which was covered in all kinds of runes and designs that he couldn't read, the pommel a miniature stylized skull.  He chose to leave his sword where it was for the time being... there would be time for sparring later, after all.  He was hungry right now<br/><br/>He made his way out the cabin door and paused to stretch as he saw all kinds of campers bustling about, many of them heading toward the mess hall.  He decided to make his way over there himself, passing a few people he knew and saying hi.  There were a handful of campers who treated him nicely, but most he found couldn't get past who his father was.  Like father, like son, right?  Nevermind that his father was more of a man of honor than any of them knew.  There was an air about him that made others shy away from him.  Dominion over the dead was in his blood and others could feel that.  He remembered once he tried to talk to one of Aphrodite's daughters and she had rejected him in such a way that he had never forgiver her that abject humiliation.  Katie Mongomery.  He wouldn't rest until that little snotty bitch got what was coming to her... not that he wished actual harm upon her; he just wanted her to know what he felt like.  To this day very few people are willing to bring up the "Hades Underwear" incident around Jason.  Behind his back was a different story.<br/><br/>He moved to the table after getting some food and ate alone... quickly finishing off his plate and taking it to the area where one drops off the trays.  He saw Libby and Zac just before they walked out as he ate... watching her with dark eyes.  She was one of the 'veterans' at the camp and one of the only girls who could give him a run for his money on the sparring field.  Ok, she had a slight edge in skill... ok, more than slight, but his strength helped to even that out a bit.  He liked sparring with her though, because she helped him get better and wasn't that the whole point of being at camp in the first place?  There was that girl from Ares' cabin who he enjoyed sparring with too.  The one with the tattoos.  She was damned vicious and never held back.  Zac he had not had the chance to spar with as his cousins, the children of Poseidon and Zeus tended to distance themselves from Jason more than the other campers.  Then again, it wasn't like he had ever tried to approach any of them.  As he found himself outside the mess hall, watching Libby as she headed toward the training field.  He frowned as he realized he wasn't dressed for battle, his sword and armor back at his cabin.