Chillin on a hill.(open)

Arzzanu shrugged. He didn't quite understand either himself. It was just how the world worked, and nobody could ever fully understand it, god or no.
"I guess people feel that it is a false place, not a real tree. Or a place of torture. Whatever the reason, they do not like it. As for the connection, I'm really not sure myself. It probably has something to do with the fact that it used to be half blood like myself. And it provides us protection. It represents the border, the only thing keeping all of these hundreds of half bloods separate from those monsters out there."
Arz gestured towards the trees on the other side, where he knew there were dozens, maybe hundreds of monsters just itching to cross that border.

((Sonic, please don't use that language. This is your first warning. And also, watch the four sentence rule. A subject and a verb and maybe some adjectives? Also, please put spaces after your punctuation. We've asked you many times. Thank you. ))

Stephen almost turned around when he saw the other half-bloods at the old tree. He really didn't feel like being around people, but he noticed they were much younger than him, and most of the young campers left him alone. Besides, he felt an inexplicable urge to sit under the tree. Unlike most campers, he knew the history of the tree, even though he's only lived at camp a year, and he felt calm when he was near it. He decided to sit in an open spot under the tree slightly apart from the other campers. If they left him to his thoughts, good, and if not he would attempt politeness.