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Lance could still remember the day he left his family behind to live with a bunch of kids his own age. It hasn’t even been a year after all. Yet, even though it was such a short time he was trained and Coran said that he could finally go outside camp without adult supervision! Granted he had to have two other campers go with him, but that’s ok! He was told to take the wonderfully beautiful Allura! And ok, Keith was there too, but, not everything can be perfect.
The mission was simple, go and collect some berries. A simple enough mission for a daughter of Athena and two unclaimed demi-God’s.
The day was sunny and warm, no clouds in the sky and just a slight breeze. It’s perfect! Even if it reminded Lance of home. All three children have a basket to collect the berries in and a small dagger on their waist to protect themselves if needed. As they walk out of camp Lance can hear the supportive cheers from his and Keith’s cabin mates at the newcomers cabin, while Lance cheerily waved back, Keith just blushes at the attention and quickens his foot steps to get out of camp faster.
They soon make it to a suitable area filled with ripe berries and start to pick them. That is, until Allura and Lance heard a scream from Keith on the other side of the clearing. They quickly turn over to see what was wrong, and when they get there. They see Keith frantically pressing his shirt against the stump of a missing arm on a boy not much older than themselves.
He had short black hair with a shock of white in the front, all matted down with thick congealing blood, blood flowed from him everywhere. His face, his chest, his legs, and of course from where his arm used to be. Almost as soon as she sees him Allura tells the two boys to stay with him while she runs and gets Coran, nobody said anything, but they all recognised the mark burned into his right bicep right above where the mystery boys arm was cut off. The mark of the Galra.
The Galra are a group of demi-god’s all born from the same godly parent. A god named Zarkon that was created after the Big Seven brought peace between the Greeks and Romans. No one really knows where he came from, just that his children have been attacking more and more demi-gods. The questions that were on Lances mind were: what is a Galra doing so close to Camp Half-blood, and what’s that funny feeling in his tummy he gets when he looks at the Galra boy?