Hidden in the Shadows.

James had been hidden within the fires and shadows of the Armory for days now not leaving, black smears covered his tanned face, his shirt ripped but still on to cover the horrendous scar on his chest reaching from his left shoulder crossing down to his right hip. He didn't talk much, he was very shy, he had a cart full of new weapons he had made; three swords, two bow plus some arrows, daggers made out of many different substances and finally a shield, carved in with exotic pattern, it was round and simply beautiful, he had made it out of liquid metal. Mercury, which he had solidified and now it was one of the strongest shields, of course there were probably more of these shields, plus he would make them for anyone not just himself.

He wiped the sweat of his face leaving another black smear. He didn't smile, he was concentrated very very hard. He wasn't bothered by the fire' heat as others were probably because he was able to manipulate and create it.

James looked up and let the fire flare up to hide him. He pretended that he hadn't heard the girl and stepped back a little into more smoke and darkness. His skin totally concealed within the smoke. For some random reason he never lost his tan, not that he minded, that way he could keep his shirt on so he didn't need to keep a healthy tan instead of becoming paler than a dead corpse. He ruffled his black hair and went back to work, he was now working on a smaller sword for a eight-year-old who had just joined camp, she was quite cute, little brown curls and bright green eyes.

James just kept working and working ignoring the girl. He had come to dislike Zeus kids as well as the Hecate ones. The scar was because of one of Hecate' magical creations. His hand started to flame in his anger. He realized what he did and snapped his fingers that made it stop. He kept hidden only the clanging of the hammer on the metal was audible in the hot, smoky room.

He heard Tyler enter, not someone he particularly liked or hated, someone he could get along with but rather ignored. Plus, he ignored everyone since he wanted to be alone. He didn't like being crowded. He didn't even like talking to anyone. He sighed and continued softly.

James ignored her once more not speaking but continuing his work. Luckily the shorts he wore were fire-proof and wouldn't burn when he engulfed his body in the white hot flames so he was able to fly. His shirt would burn but he had a sort of swimming skin under it made from another special substance so it wouldn't burn. He found himself to dangerous to go out into the real world although he did occasionally. Plus he liked helping the Camp so he stayed with pleasure.

James got annoyed as his arm was now covered in flames, the aura started to smell like his aura' odor, not many people had this, a magical odor, his smelled like freshly churned cinnamon ice cream. The more he used his power the stronger the smell. This left an invisible fingerprint for any magical creature who was able to see the black and red aura surrounding his body like a second skin. He spread his fingers allowing more and more of his body to be covered in flames. He realized this yet again and shook of his fury quickly as he returned to normal, the smell of cinnamon still in the air. He took a deep breath and continued working.

James' aura sparked and his body was engulfed in flames. He flicked his hand towards the wall and it exploded, he would still not speak, he hoped this would set off her senses to leave him alone.

James looked up, that stung. Fire again flew all over his body as he flung his arm to Denver fire shooting from the tips of his fingers in his fury they turned white, hotter than the sun.

James stepped past her and heated up the fire that covered his body and shot away into the sky soaring through the air to his Cabin. He was hurt and upset although he didn't show it.