<div align="center"><em>Entrance to the Camp</em></div><br/>Callisto clung tightly to the bag that had been sent with her upon being sent here to this camp.  While most wouldn't mind getting to stay at camp, she felt like she was being banished.  And in a sense, she was.  Her brother, Antares, had gotten in trouble for using his lute to punish a mortal without the consent of an elder.  While Callisto hadn't gotten in trouble either, as far as actual punishment, she'd made enough of a splash that Apollo had decided it best to send her away for a while, until things calmed down.  And so she was here, at this camp of all places.<br/><br/>She hadn't even had time to change from the stupid tunic they made her wear for the court.  Traditions were fine and all, but there were some things that desperately needed to change.  She knew for a fact her breast had slipped free on several occasions, and she suspected that was one reason they were kept around.  The Gods, the men especially, were quite fond of women.  It had been Poseidon himself that had raped Medusa, and Medusa's punishment for being the victim was to be turned into a monster by Hera, the God she'd once worshiped.  The Gods played by their own rules, and so long as she remained a mortal, she had to obey.<br/><br/>The smell of strawberries drifted to her nose, and she found it wasn't too bad.  Not overpowering, but enough to act like a natural air freshener.  That was good, because she didn't want to think about what it could potentially smell like without that strawberry smell.  Would it smell like bear farts?  She shook her head to keep from giggling at the thought, and continued on.  She had to find the registration area and sign in so that they didn't mark her as tardy.  If they did, she'd probably be whisked away in a hurry to stand before her father and explain her tardiness.  She didn't want to face her father after he'd sent her here.  She didn't know if this was a punishment yet, so she assumed it was.<br/><br/>She approached the area and signed in, and was told that it was meal time.  She was glad for that, hoping there might be something for her to enjoy.  She hadn't had a chance to eat after the court, and she felt her stomach rumble as she opened the door to the Mess.