Camp Hogwarts

Will led me to the sword fighting arena, where a tall, tanned guy with messy black hair was easily beating the crap out of everyone else. Every time he won a battle, a blond girl high-fived him and kissed him on the cheek. Will whistled and the guy turned towards him. I did a double-take when I saw him clearly. He looked exactly like Harry Potter, except without dorky glasses. He raised his eyebrows and grinned lopsidedly. "I haven't seen you before. You're a new girl?" he asked. I nodded. "Um, am I your sword fighting instructor or something?" he asked. Will spoke up for me.
"Actually, Chiron requested that you actually fight her. Like, for real." The boy, who I assumed was Percy Jackson, turned to me again.
"Huh. Have you ever touched a sword before?" he asked.
"No," I said loudly, before muttering, "I prefer to use magic."
"What did you say?" he asked, trying to hear what I had muttered.
"Uh, nothing," I replied quickly. He looked at me, trying to figure out which sword would best suit me. Finally, he handed me a shiny bronze sword.
"Try it out," Percy said, eyes twinkling. He motioned to a straw dummy. I sliced it apart in a matter of seconds.
"Hmm...you've got natural ability, I won't deny that. And you've got a muscular build, optimized for battle. But I'm not sure why Chiron would pair you up with me," he muttered, circling me. "Whatever. Get your armor on." He threw a bunch of heavy metal stuff at me. "Oh. This is your first time, isn't it? Annabeth!" he called. The blond strode over. "Can you help the new kid out with her armor?" Percy asked. He didn't seem quite as friendly as Will, so I chose not to mess around.
"So, what's your name?" Annabeth asked while putting on my armor. "Take note. The breastplate goes this way. Percy messed that up his first time." She laughed.
"I'm Lena," I answered. "Lena Hunter." She put on my helmet.
"All right, Lena. You get out there and do your best to beat up my boyfriend." I picked up my sword and headed into the arena. Percy was ready. He tried a really good disarming technique, but somehow I was ready for it. I kept blocking his attacks easily, and after about six minutes, he seemed to be winded.
"Wow," he heaved. "You're good. Break!" he called, and poured icy water on himself. For some reason, Annabeth hit him on the arm and called him a cheater. She then walked over to me.
"Hey, who's your godly parent?" she asked.
"Apollo," I answered. She grinned wickedly.
"Good. Do me a favor and stand just in front of the sun. I thought Percy was the only one that could get healed by his element, but you might be powerful enough to do it." I shrugged and stood in front of the sun. When I came back inside, there was a golden glow around me. Annabeth stood there, shocked. "That worked better than I expected." She pushed me back into the ring after helping me put my helmet back on. I easily disarmed Percy one minute into the match. The maneuver I had used left Percy shocked, though. He sat down on the side of the ring, his face white.
I heard him whisper to Annabeth. "That was Luke's disarming maneuver," he muttered. I chose to leave, surrounded by shocked and awed campers.

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