Sean Passion
Sean walked on the soft ground, probably from the wargames that happened here recently. Kids had died here before, even younger than him, fighting for 'fun', and practicing for the real things, monsters that were the bane of the demigod's existence. If the monsters never existed, then he'd be able to actually live a normal life. Good thing he was a month away from leaving camp, to try to live a normal life somewhere in california, so that he could still be close to the camp. Sean never really liked to be in New Rome, because with the Lares and other 'nice non-humans'. Sean spotted a piece of random wood in front of him, and sat on it. Sean then looked up at the sky, hoping nothing above was looking back down.
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