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Sierra trudged through the forest. The sun was beginning to set, but you would've never known. The thick canopy and the trees the size of houses blocked practically all light. This was the section of the forest not even the most daring Ares campers set foot in. The campers had nicknamed it Black Wood. She held a dagger in her hand. It was simple, all black and the handle and blade seemed to be one piece. You wouldn't think much of it until you saw the faint purple glow radiating off of it. The horn for Capture the Flag blew. They had ten minutes until the game started. Team Ares and Team Athena had set up a camp on the opposite ends of the forest, but both teams veered far away from Black Wood. The Hecate Cabin had sided with Athena because of their ability to manipulate the Mist. All part of the wise children's strategy. Sierra wasn't accepted there. They all watched her as if she would stab them in the back if they gave her the chance. She hated it. She didn't regret her choice by joining Kronos in the war. She wasn't proud of it either. Before she got too lost in her thoughts, a slight rustle above her caught her attention.
Sierra chucked the dagger towards the nearest limb on the tree to her right. She glared at where the dagger had stuck in the tree, a face barely visible in the faint purple glow.
"Nikoli," She stated. "You should know better than being in Black Wood."