Hunter listened intently to Dustun, the idea that he wouldn't make it to this place was something he'd considered. When he was running with Basher he had no idea that this was where they were headed too... and it was really scary. The idea that there were other kids who never made it here? It made his stomach tie up in knots. Did the godly parents not care about their kids? Why wouldn't they help them? Maybe they weren't allowed or couldn't? He didn't want to think too hard about it otherwise his head would start hurting again. "That's really cool, it's like a Hologram brought to life! Maybe I can call my mom tonight using the Iris thingy." he said, a bright smile knowing his mom could survive anything. If a god had loved her she was probably one of the strongest people on earth. Listening to Dustin talk about Ares again it made Hunter wonder who his dad was... "D'you think my dad might be Ares?" He asked curiously, maybe him and Dustin would be brothers and he thought that would be really cool. Hunter nodded at the idea of going back home, but cheeks turned pink at the mention of school, "I, uh" he stammered, "I've never been to school either.... My mom homeschooled me so I probably don't think I'll need to go back for that." it made sense in a way, that his mom would want to keep him where she knew it was safe. He was really thankful for that, even though it might put him at a disadvantage compared to other kid. "You said I'd be staying in a cabin? are there bunk beds?" he tried not to sound too excited, but he'd dreamed of sharing bunk beds with someone, or having a massive group of friends to hang out with. He looked up at Dustin with light in his eyes

There was something in the air that began to bug Hunter, he started to get agitated, and when the music became drowned out by the loud noise of a motorcycle and dust filled his eyes and nose it went from mildly annoyed to full on angry. Coughing and trying to wave the dust from his face he looked up to see the source of the disruption only to see some random guy. He glowered at the dude who just reminded him of every thing he had fought on his way to camp. Who the hell did this guy think he is? Nervously Hunter glanced around the bonfire to see if anyone else was going to speak up, or if he should keep quiet... but the anger in his gut was starting to boil and he wasn't sure he could keep quiet forever... especially when this guy seemed like a massive dick "Who ever are you?" Hunter found himself saying as loud as he could, anger burning deep within him, "You're just some loser on a motorcycle, what are you even doing here?" Hunter wasn't sure what had come over him, but the words were out before he could stop them... well... if he had wanted to keep a low profile before that option was completely out the window

Hunter nervously made his way to the bonfire. Part of him was excited but another part of him was unsure. Would he get claimed by his father whoever that might be? There seemed to be a lot of different people here, far more than he'd ever seen before except maybe in the crowd of the theatre back home. Since finding out he was a Half Blood he wasn't sure what to make of it all. Everything made complete sense get no sense at all in the same moment. It was exciting and new, nothing home schooling had ever prepared him for. He missed his mom, and the vineyard. He missed making jam with her with the grapes they grew in their own little home garden. Hunter went to find a seat, not really sure who he was going to talk to or what would happen next but he hoped he was ready for it. Dustin had said it was a time for fun and games, and Hunter trusted the son of Ares. He was the first person Hunter had met at camp and he'd told Hunter the truth about who he was... A Demi God, a Half-Blood. It bugged him that he didn't know who his dad was but maybe the.. claiming or whatever it was would happen tonight! Maybe his father was Apollo, archery came naturally to Hunter so it would make sense... He's be surprised if it was Ares or even Hermes... Though he didn't know enough about the rest of the deities to say for sure. Eagerly he waited for what might happen next.

Hunter listened intently. it sounded like how he'd imagined camp to be. he couldn't remember the book or the play he'd read that involved bonfires and dancing, was it Midsummer Nights Dream? It sounded kind of like that... I mean there were Satyrs and who knows maybe it would be sort of like that? He didn't fully get Shakespeare and it was difficult to read, but his mom had gotten him audiobooks and he'd seen the play more times than he could count on one hand. "You mean they don't always claim their kids? That... that's not fair," he said with a frown. If monsters were attacking kids shouldn't their parents help? It's not like it's the kids fault they were born. "mmmm this is a lot, like a lot a lot." He furrowed his brow again, it was information overload and it was starting to give him a headache. Upon hearing he wouldn't be able to call his mom he got a little quiet, it wasn't the news he wanted to hear but writing a letter didn't seem like a bad idea... "what's an Iris message? Or is that something Lilythe will tell me?" he took a moment to sip on his juice again, he was starting to get antsy he hoped his mom was still alive, he couldn't imagine never seeing her again. He prayed to whoever his dad was if he could just... maybe check on her? Even if he didn't tell Hunter, just to make sure his mom was safe? "I trust you, you seem like a good person," Hunter decided trying to give a reassuring smile. "This is my first time at camp..." he said softly "my first time away from my mom actually," he admitted. He wasn't going to cry again, not if he could help it! He was brave, and he was alive, and he needed to get it together so folks didn't call him a cry baby.

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Hunter was a bit stunned at the idea that his Dad might actually be a Greek God... but Hunter didn't have a clue which one. He probably should have paid more attention to what he covered in his homeschooling, though he couldn't really recall if his mom had gone over ancient Greek myths or not. "How uh, how do you know who your Godly Parent is?" Hunter asked, brows furrowing a bit. He couldn't imagine a literal god coming down from the heavens, extending a hand and going 'You Are My Son.' Hunter had an overactive imagination but even that seemed ridiculous to him. Hunter nodded at Dustin's statement of the house being big, maybe later he'd ask if there was a way to get on the roof, though Hunter figured he could climb up there no problem. He'd climbed enough trees back home that it wouldn't be a terrible challenge for him. After taking the juice and slowly sipping on it, he finally let himself smile "Have you ever met your dad?" Hunter wasn't sure if that was offensive or not, but the more he learned about this place the easier it would be to get around. He wondered how many people actually stayed at camp... he wasn't used to being around a ton of people except for when he went into town for theatre, and he loved it. he was a little bit excited to make friends, to be around strangers and learn more about Camp Half-Blood. He did frown a bit at Dustin's answer about how safe it was here, but it was better than nothing. He really hoped his mom was okay, maybe Dustin had a phone? "I guess that's better than being in danger all the time..." Hunter missed his mom, he bit back the urge to cry again, thankful for his acting skills to cover up how he was really feeling. "Um, is there a way I can call my mom? I don't know if she's okay, we just ran and... I haven't had the chance to check on her."

Hunter exhaled a sigh of relief. He believed the guy in front of him when he said he wasn't a monster, but felt bewildered when he claimed to be a son of Ares. "Like... the Greek God Ares?" He asked. He almost felt like this was again a prank, like he'd been signed up for a TV show but... everything was too real to be that. The monsters, the injuries, the running... if it was a TV show they would probably get sued for negligence. At the mention of cookies though, Hunter lit up and as if on cue his stomach also growled. "Um, food would be nice I-I haven't eaten in..." he tried to remember but maybe it was at the gas station first thing in the morning? after that it had just been running from weird creatures until now. He headed towards what Dustin had called The Big House and he wasn't wrong, it was a massive! Maybe about the size of one of the barns back home. "Whoa..." Hunter exclaimed, already trying to figure out how he could climb up onto the roof... but there was still the nagging part of him that this was all a bit weird. "Um, do you also have juice? Apple, please," he stammered out, remembering his manners at the last second. "I'm Hunter, my moms name is Rose and I don't know who my dad is... um, but depending on the day he's either a massive asshole, or the most wonderful person in existence." Hunter added realizing he hadn't introduced himself. he was still trying to understand, everything felt really strange. Dustin was acting like everything was normal so Hunter felt like he could do the same... he wanted to call his mom, ask if she was okay, and yell at her. He was so upset that she'd kept things from him his whole life... and Basher too! He was supposed to be Hunters friend and he'd kept this massive secret from him! Part of him hoped Basher wouldn't recover and the instantly felt guilty about that. Basher had to recover because then Hunter would give him the talking too of a lifetime. "...you swear it's safe here? On your heart and hope to die?" Hunter asked suddenly, with an intensity to it that didn't seem possible for a twelve year old... but he had to know, and if Dustin swore, then maybe... just maybe he could start to relax. 

Hunter had never been so happy to see another person before in his life. He gladly let the stranger take Basher from his arms. There was only a moment of hesitation when he considered that this could be another monster... that this could be a trick... but it was better to hope for the best in someone than assume the worst. "Th-thank you," Hunter said shakily, taking a moment to blink away the tears. He wasn't a cry baby by any means but part of him didn't want this new person to see him as weak either. Plus he knew he could play it off as an act later if he wanted to. What theatre kid didn't know how to cry on command. "I-I'm not as bad as Basher... he, he took a big hit for me," Hunter stammered out, following the older boy. He crossed his arms against his chest as if to reassure himself that he was fine, that this place was safe... and it did feel that way deep down. "This... this is a camp?" He asked, beginning to regain is composure. His mom had told him to get to some place... but he couldn't remember the name. Was it Camp Half-blood? Though that didn't matter much as he was pretty sure he still had the letter from his mom, the one she told him only to open when he was somewhere safe. "Are... are you a person or a monster?" Hunter's blurted, cheeks turning bright red almost immediately after "So-sorry, it's just sometimes they look like people for a bit..." He shuddered at the memory of an old woman who turned out to be part snake. 

With heavy breathes Hunter hauled a mostly unconscious Satyr towards a large building. Basher was a lot heavier than he expected and truly the only thing keeping Hunter on his own two feet was adrenaline and anger. Things had been going great back at home, he had an actual speaking role in a play, he was slowly making friends with the rest of the theatre crew, he had a great life with his mom.... so why now? Were the Gods playing a cruel trick on him? Not that he had ever believed they existed until now... well... that's not fully true, but Hunter didn't know what to think anymore. He never thought those prayers to the theatre gods actually went anywhere and now he's finding out they're all true? And real? And that both his mom and best friend had known about them the ENTIRE TIME? He couldn't tell if he was shaking from the frustration or fear as his legs carried him towards what he hoped were buildings. "HELP! Someone! is anyone here! My frie- We're hurt!" Was Basher even really his friend? or was it all a ploy to get him to this stupid place for... what had he called them... Demi-Gods? It all felt too surreal to really be true. He could feel the tears starting to well in his eyes as he kept shouting for someone, anyone, to hopefully find them and save him from this nightmare.