<div align="center"><em>Clint wanders off to the lake...</em></div><br/>With a loud yawn and a shrug of his neck the son of Hades rose to his feet and made his way back to his cabin, he was exhausted and would have slept the entire first day he was back if it had not been for Cecilia who was now lost somewhere. As he walked by the crowd he caught a glimpse of the red head from earlier and turned to take a few steps forward. Part of her conversation was caught, as he passed by he gave her the sole reason he had saved her life.<br/><strong>"Now that I know you, I don't want that annoying ringing in my ears if you die. "</strong><br/><br/>Not getting to know someone was the best defense mechanism over that little power that warned him if someone he knew died. It was more annoying then depressing to know someone for a few days before they went off to die foolishly in the forest because they thought themselves heroes, part of the reason he only spoke to older campers. Those who had lesser chance to die were "worthy" to get to know a little better. It had been a few years since he had been at the camp and there were more new faces then old, mostly the cabin leaders and a few "veteran" campers.<br/><br/>As he passed by the lake he caught a few swimming, going off course for a moment. He heard some familiar voices and as he approached he caught a sight of the missing children of Poseidon.<br/><strong>"If it isn't the other side of the family, the ones I can tolerate." </strong><br/>A smile crossed his lips as he sat on a rock on the lake's edge, going for a swim being the last thing on his mind. Their nudity was over looked, he was not as close minded as the other children who had come in from the outside world to be shocked by what they where.