When the rain comes. {Open}

Tiberius leaned heavily on the pine tree the protected camp, looking out at the acres of land that was home to many half-bloods, including himself now. Actually, that wasn't quite necessarily true. Tiberius couldn't think of a single thing in this confined spot that made his time at camp more enjoyable. He was stuck here until he was at least twenty, at which time the monsters would supposedly stop chasing him and he could lead a normal life. He didn't think that would happen.

Currently he had been there for about a year, and those days were spent in the library. Tiberius had read almost all the books that he could get his hands on, and he learned more about greek history than he would have liked. Their practices, their customs, religion and who ran the family. Ty could actually read greek better than english or french, and he was fluent in the last one without even picking up a book about how to speak the language. That was all thanks to his mother, Aphrodite. 

Ty wore relatively bright clothes for his personality, going with a pair of dark jeans and a dark grey shirt with white, red, green, blue, and yellow tribal patterns flashing across it like the aurora borealis. The short sleeve shirt did little to protect against the wind that was blowing against him, but Tibs didn't really mind, he preferred being cold than hot. There was a watch on his wrist and a cobra necklace that sat in the hollow of his neck. Usually he was against jewelry, but he thought it completed the outfit. The earth below him got darker, like someone had switched off the lights in a very bright room. Tiberius looked up at the sky above him. Indeed, dark clouds had flown over the once very blue sky, promising rain. Ty shrugged. He liked the rain.

So there the young boy stood against the brown bark of the tree trunk, his intelligent grey eyes surveying the people below him, his shaggy black hair waving around in the wind like a pirates flag. Tiberius sighed, crossing his pale, china like arms over his chest, not noticing another camper right beside him. 

Tiberius was raised in a very traditional family. His siblings, Charlotte, Gabriel, Eponine, and Victor, were all named after popular names in the victorian era in London, they had their father to thank for that. Had it not been for Aphrodite naming him, Tibs would probably be named Henry or Charles. And Ty and his siblings were raised as good, intelligent, well rounded children. Never once had they done drugs or alcohol, and even the thought of those things never even had appealed to Ty in his decade and a half years of life. He was a good kid, with good morals. That was one thing he loved and hated about himself. He was so unlike any kid he had ever met. To Ty, they all seemed juvenile to him. Then again, Tiberius had never had much of a childhood, and again, they had their father to thank for that.

But this kid next to him seemed alright. After all, he had just quoted Shakespeare, whom Tiberius loved and adored and was probably his biggest fan of the twenty first century. "Hamlet. Act three, scene two, page seventeen." Recited Tibs. He knew Hamlet by heart, it was one of his favorites. He also enjoyed classics like Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, and Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. The literature of the modern era seemed dull and lifeless to the imagination of these writers, who spoke with such passion and flare that Ty couldn't help but continue on reading. 

The clouds roared with thunder up ahead, and Tiberius smiled, welcoming the rain. "By th' mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed." He said over the noise.