I sat on my bed polishing my stygian iron sword. It's been really busy in the armory, but that's because of the fact that Cronus has been invading more than ever. I mean, really, have you seen the amount of campers in the infirmary? Not to mention that every where you look at least the majority of campers have bandages on. Thanks, Cronus, so much for family, I thought. Part of me has always been ticked because I'm related to the enemy. Well, everyone is, so I guess it doesn't really make a difference. I was a little nervous about the next attack, but there still hasn't been any report of there being any... Yet.
I stroked my sword with an old rag up, then down. There wasn't really anyone in the cabin, but I wished there was. I'm utterly bored, and I'm getting really tired of thinking to myself.