<div align="center"><em>Abigale and Vincent</em></div><hr/><br/>Abigale smiled softly as he asked about what happened once they got older, "No. No resorts or anything like that. I think the oldest you can stay here is till you're twenty-five. Most don't stick around that long though. This is a training camp. They teach you how to live. Once you're trained, you don't usually come back. Once we feel we're trained enough, we leave. We go out into the world and try to survive. We take on quests from our parents and the other Gods and Goddesses," she curled up between his legs, her head against his chest. It felt nice to sit with someone like this again, "Just try to live. That's all we can do. After all, look at all those stories about heroes. They all usually die, but look how many people are in this camp. Those heroes in the stories are barely a fraction of the number of children the Gods have produced. The ones not in stories either died before they could do anything great or managed to live to an old age. It's not a very good hero story if the person doesn't die heroically in the end."<br/><br/>"Of course you can join. It's open to everyone. Two people per chariot, but each team is usually pretty big since it normally takes a lot of people to build one," she yawned a little and closed her eyes, "Though the kids in Hephaestus' cabin seem to win most chariot races. They haven't been held in a while, but even back then Hephaestus' kids were apparently hard to beat. After all, they can build anything. You can be on my team if you want. You can be the driver and I'll be the fighter," with a smile she felt herself starting to doze off, "You're comfy," she blushed immediately after saying it.