A Chance Meeting (Nara, Cam, Doc)

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Caine relaxed under the shade of a palm tree, no thoughts penetrating his head to turn the ten minutes he had spent in blissful ignorance into ten minutes of questionable morality. He was happy; nothing could deter his day. Nothing but the high pitched squeal of an Aphrodite camper, possibly going on about how the sand gets in their A) Hair, B) Clothes, or C) Shoes. He despised idiots, fools and overall stupidity with a passion. They were the one thing he could not stand. Why get on with your life when popularity was the only thing you cared about? He didn't understand.

He heard ruffling and stamping from a distant section of the beach. Sitting up, he looked around, seeing it was only a raven. His raven. Poe.

But then the noise continued. Most likely two other fellow campers. Knowing that the peace he had barely worked hard to achieve but had worked arduously to keep was shattering around his ears. ""Hey! Who are you?" He blurted, walking out of his alcoveof shade to the two campers who steadily approached. Who are they? I guess I'll have to attempt the diplomatic approach. Here goes nothing. Caine pondered to himself as his crow cawed and flew off, enjoying the heat rays of the sun.