Not All Heroes Die Heroicly (Beanie and Jason)

It was a nice day for October. Warm enough to be able to go swimming (in Naren’s eyes). Of course the water was freezing and her siblings rendered her absolutely crazy but Naren didn’t care. The Long Island Sound was always cold, even in the summer (especially at 5 am), but she had lived her all her life and was not afraid of the cold. Naren loved the water and she loved swimming.

Naren had recently acquired several lessons in surfing from a child of poseidon in exchange for some items that had to be smuggled into camp. Naren had found she was quite good at surfing and had borrowed (more like stolen, she wasn’t going to give it back) a unused wetsuit and surfboard from cabin 3. There was no chance of getting any waves without wind or a powerful demigod to create them (as much power as Naren held at camp, she was not considered a powerful half-blood), so when Naren went to the shed where the canoes and her surfboard were kept, she also took a paddle, determined to give it back eventually (the chances of her giving it back were very slim - stubborn as she was).

Dragging her surfboard along the sand, Naren spotted a familiar figure walking along the edge of the water. It was her friend Jason, a son of Ares. Jason was really nice to Naren and she enjoyed his company, especially in comparison to his rambunctious and ruthless siblings. ”Jason!” Naren shouted dropping her surfboard and running over to her friend.