Chase stormed into the Apollo cabin an slammed the door. Everyone looked up, but when they saw it was Chase they quickly looked away. They'd never seen him this mad before. Apart from when he first arrived.... But most of the Demi-Gods from then had left.

Faelin slipped past Chiron to her room. She laid on the bed, determined to stay there at least until the sun rose.

Chase crashed onto his bed and lay awake, counting the dots on the roof- even tho he was the one who put them there.

Faelin waited, and waited, and waited for the sun to rise. But she seemed to be waiting for nothing. She got up and slipped out again, she knew that she could go for a day without sleep, so she sat outside the cabin and sang quietly to herself.

Chase woke early and grabbed his sword. He walked to the arena and set up the hardest course and practised. He did that until mid-day.

Faelin stayed where she was until the sun rose. She then went to see Chiron, who invited her to stay for a while. She agreed to, and then went to wander around camp. She came upon an arena where she saw a boy practicing swordplay. She hopped down into the arena, "Hey," she called, not even knowing who it was, "can you teach me to do that?"

Chase slowed down."Oh, it's you." He ducked as a Dummie swung a punch at him. He jumped up, backflipped and kicked the Dummie in the face. It's head popped off.

"Me who?" Faelin asked, still not sure who it was.

Chase stopped what he was doing."It's the one who calls me Blondie." One of the Dummies snuck up behind him and punched him in the shoulder, sending him flying into the wall.

"Oh," Faelin said, feeling very stupid. "Still, the question remains unanswered."

Chase stood up, masaging his bruised shoulder."I might if you stop calling me Blondie."

"Would you rather I call you brunette?" Faelin asked, walked over to hi, "I probably won't, just warning you. But the others will get their nicknames in time. Besides, you never told me your name."

"Chase, Chase Turnleaf." He said, picking up his sword and sheathing it."And plus, a sword might not be your thing."

"I've never tried one. A bit too medival for me." Faelin said, eyeing the sword.

"Follow me and we can pick out what you want." Chase grinned, leading her to what looked like an old shed.