The World Through My Eyes

As I approach a giant wooden sign reading "Camp Half-Blood", I walk past a tree with a giant puncture hole in it. I focus to see what happened and images of a young boy with black hair fighting a Minotaur. The Minotaurs horn carved the hole in the massive oak tree.
"Ahh, this place just keeps getting more interesting." I sigh to my self as I walk through the frame supporting the sign. I can hear the sound of hammers on anvils and sword fights through in the distance.
The sounds get louder as I approach a clearing. I stop before I enter the open area to survey my surroundings. A massive lake lies in the background. A large White House sits in the middle of the camp as if it were a Town Hall. 12 cabins create a U shape in front of it.
Large fields spread out for training are filling with kids from
12 to 18. A centaur prances around as if to be in charge. His aura was clear he saw himself that way. A clique of 8 teenagers about my age were hanging out in front of the first cabin.
I decide if I needed to talk to anyone, it's the centaur. As I walk towards him eyes begin to follow me. Nothing I'm not used to. He turns to face with a puzzled face.
His eyebrows knit while studying me. The eight from earlier ran over to investigate as well. The boy with black from earlier is one of them. "Umm... Who are you?" The centaur ask. "Kori Sighy" I reply with confident voice trying to hide my desperation for acceptance.
"Why are you here, no, how are you here." A blonde in the clique ask. "Just trying out my options. I heard this was a place for demigods. So I figured I should check it out, granted, I'm not a demigod." I answer. "Then what are you?" The black haired boy ask. His eyes are sea green and he seemes to have an innocence but he stands like someone who has seen many battles, he shows an aura that is welcoming but has a cold secret locked away. I begin to examine them.
The blonde has a look like this is one of the few times she hasn't known something. A boy and girl standing next to each are clearly inseparable. The guy with blonde hair the blows in the wind even though there is no breeze. A scar on his upper lip is clearly from his childhood since it's not fully healed but deformed. The girl has a feather in her dark brown hair and even though she wasn't wearing makeup she was visually perfect. A buff but evidentially shy guy stood behind a girl who had a confused state not of this century. "Umm why are you staring at us?" The scar guy ask. "Just identifying any weaknesses incase you see me as a threat." I intimidatingly respond.

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