Camp Half-Blood... It was the same place it had been century after century.  A satyr danced through the strawberry fields, tempting them to grow.  Which they always did.  If they did not, there would be no revenue from the strawberries they exported on high demand.  It was the same rules and regulations from Mr. D and Chiron.  Don't do this, don't do that... Ask before you piss.  Cecilia's face was passive as she watched the four-legged Camp Head speak to the new and old members.  Standing a little straighter, she looked over the gathered crowd.  There were more new campers this year, and less of the older ones.  She had no ties to anyone in the camp really.  As a daughter of the Big Three, she was a force to be reckoned with all on her own, and the other campers tended to stick very firmly to their designated Cabins.  She had never been sure why Hades had claimed her like he had... She had expected to be in the Hermes cabin for the rest of her stay here.<br/><br/>Cecilia had preferred solitude over her seven plus years here.  She'd lost track after the Satyr Protector had taken her from her foster family.  Even the last name she had before escaped her now.  Folding her arms across the orange t-shirt, the bold, square letters reading Camp Half-Blood, she pushed the long sleeve black shirt up her forearms.  The weather was cooling as the sun began to set, but her blood burned warm.  Lifting her pale fingers to run them through her short black hair and over the two braids that hung next to her left ear.  There were no other sons or daughters of Hades, so she weaved her way through the jumble of campers towards her cabin.<br/><br/>The cabin where children of Hades stayed loomed before her on the path from the fountain.  The obsidian walls glinted mutely as the sun set, the dark building standing out from the other mostly pristine cabins.  There were no windows, no light from the outside to enter the inside.  The steps below her feet were lined with the skulls of enemies.  Her pale skin and dark hair was bathed in the eerie glow of the torches that burned with Greek Fire.  It never went out, and was never removed.  She had always expected the Hermes Cabin to think it would be funny to take one... But this cabin seemed to give everyone but her the creeps.