Abigale was too busy trying to wrangle younger children into the cabin and explain to them the things their parents either hadn't or couldn't. One girl, barely even a teenager, wouldn't stop crying because a Minotaur killed her mother and a Satyr had pulled her screaming from the apartment and brought her here. She wished she could say that was a rare case, but it happened too often. Her own mother had been killed by a monster three years ago when it caught her scent. Her mother had tried to protect her, but it proved to be too much for her. They'd actually been on their way to bring Abigale here. They were only a few miles away when the beast caught up to them. It had been tracking them all the way from Chicago. Her mother had thought living in the city would of been safer since all the cars and city smells would cover up the scent of a demi-god and that had worked for nearly sixteen years. A trip out to see some of her mother's family in the country had given her away. So she had no problems sympathizing with the little crying girl. She'd loved her own mother dearly and found herself blaming her father for the death. She knew he was a God, she'd met him once. But that didn't change that fact that with all his power he didn't save the woman that had raised her.<br/><br/>"Come on, lets find you a bunk and get you some rest before dinner, okay? You'll feel better after dinner. I promise," Abby wasn't the nicest girl in the world, but she managed a good front for the younger kids. It was only as she helped the girl into a bunk that she saw someone slipping out a window. She rolled her eyes and headed back out the front to see if she could locate the person. There were always a number of reasons for window escapes, but not usually before lights out, "Hey! No non-Celestial Bronze weapons in the cabin," she snapped at a camper as she passed him on her way out.<br/><br/>It was hard to focus any of her senses into finding the boy that had slipped out due to the noise of kids getting settled everywhere. Hadn't Chiron warned them against wandering off? No, she couldn't remember him saying anything about the monsters in the forest. Old horse was getting a little too old.<br/><br/>She nodded her greetings to a few old campers that had managed to survive to come back another year. It was always a relief to see old campers, whether they were your friend or not. It meant they lived. Blood or not, they were kind of a family...some more so than others. She finally caught sight of someone she hadn't seen before, he didn't seem to have a weapon on him (but most didn't appear to at first), and he had the same look on his face that so many new comers did, "Hey! You! Ummm..." she didn't know his name, "With the white shirt!" cause that narrowed it down, "I saw your butt climbing out the window of my cabin!" though his butt was noticeable. Even the quick glimpse she'd seen, it was nice, "You lost?!"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sarah felt lost in the crowd of kids. This was her first year here. She would of gone sooner, but she'd convinced her mother to let her stay out and fight on her own. For two years she held her own against any monster that dared come near her house, but she finally succumbed to going to Camp Half-Blood for the safety of her mother. It wasn't so bad, she supposed. At least it appeared that they did try to train you here and not just keep you safe. They wanted you to keep yourself safe and Sarah was perfectly fine with that.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes when she heard someone call out for the<em>Sons</em>of Ares. Like all Ares ever sired was males. It made her blood boil when people thought the God of War only respected his sons. She'd even got birthday presents from him from time to time. The last one had been a blood red scarf with a Boar head on it. Sarah currently had it folded up in her knapsack. She also had a blood ruby necklace that he'd sent her when she was only thirteen. She might not of been as good a fighter as her half-brothers, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them push her around.<br/><br/>Grudgingly, she stalked her way towards Ares' cabin and pushed herself inside. Without a second thought to it, she kicked someone elses bag off a bunk near the window and threw her own on it. When the owner of the other bag went to shove her's back off, she stared them down, daring them to pull out their weapon, but they didn't. This made her smile. Sons of Ares, indeed, was all she could think.<br/><br/>She saw Stewart and knew he was the cabin leader by the way he was acting. She, in a rather frustrated thought, walked over to him, "You the cabin leader?" if so, she was half tempted to try and knock him down a few pegs. She didn't like his calling out only for the 'Sons', like they were so much better.