<hr/><div align="center"><strong>Libby makes an entrance..</strong></div><hr/><br/>Libby stretched some in her seat and place a few books back onto the bookshelf into place, organizing them neatly. She put down her reading glasses on the desk nearby and stood up. It was time to head out and meet the newcomers it seemed. She spent most of her early mornings at her desk and went out for practice a couple hours after sunrise. Her day would be spent practicing her defense and trying to increase her offense though it wasn’t a main priority. Then later before dinner she would get in some more studying.  It was almost routine for her since arriving at the camp. Elizabeth, daughter of Athena, hadn’t been at the camp for too long and everyday was like a dream to her. She missed her father dearly and wished she could see her mother. It was her goal in life to do everything she could to honor her mother and make her proud. She would be the best in everything she could do and maybe one day she’d see her Mother again. Libby was a camp lifer now, since her fathers death, and she spent the past winter and fall earning her place at the camp.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/11/8/1572554//Elizabeth2.jpg)</div>The average sized girl, wore her favorite faded blue jeans and a tshirt as she did most days. She had already placed her armor and buckler into her footlocker and closed it up for the day, however her short sword would remain at her hip, as you never know when it would be needed around the camp. The weapon and armor remained perfectly cleaned and polished as most of her belongings did. Libby was a perfectionist in a lot of things but her neatness was one trait she could never give up. Luckily though, the young demi-god didn’t mind getting a little sweaty and dirty even though a shower would be quickly sought after before bed.<br/><br/>Tugging her long dark hair back into a ponytail, she then slipped on her white and pink running shoes and grabbed she hurried out of the house, blowing a kiss toward the altar.<br/><br/><strong>"Love you, Mother."</strong><br/><br/>She heard them calling out to the newcomers giving directions on where to go and what they needed to do. It was almost like yesterday when she had heard that for the first time. Chewing on the corner of her lip she stood just outside and looked toward the gathered group, just to see who would be joining her cabin this time, as well as any other newcomers who might be worth getting to know. Noting Vincent and his boasting about that damn horse, she rolled her eyes some and shifted, where she stood off to the side to allow easy entrance to anyone who may become a roommate. She then saw a few other year-rounder’s and her eyes stopped on Zachary before she looked away again. Suddenly she was glad she had washed up early today, the influx of campers and those who obviously needed washing up was more than she wanted to squirm between at the fountain.  She made sure her hair was pulled back securely before she started away from the cabin. Her bed had already had a perfectly carved headboard with her name etched along with a few flowers and an owl face in the middle. She had worked hard on that for nearly two months before she finally finished it and got it stained, varnished, and painted in just the proper shades. It matched her cabin as most things inside did.  Her stomach growled a slight bit and she was ever thankful for the scent of food that wafted through on the wind.