Ashe

Ashe looked up at the sound of footsteps and laughs from people he’d never heard near Camp Half Blood before. Well, before he’d thought to get out of the way, you and your friend stumbled into the clearing.

Your eyes locked onto Ashe’s. In the sun, his messy brown hair almost looked red and his bow glinted slightly. His hair was curled and fell in his face repeatedly, in a way that reminded you of Apollo statues you’d seen throughout museums. But…the Greek Gods didn’t exist…

Ashe looked at you with confusion. Non-demigods were supposed to get past the border. So how had these people gotten in?

“Umm…how’d you get inside the camp?” He finally asked, his hand tightening slightly on his bow, as if preparing to fire it if you posed any threat.