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The afternoon sun dips toward the horizon over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows long across the packed earth of the dueling arena. The air carries the scent of polished bronze, kicked-up dust, and the distant sweetness of strawberry fields. From the wooden bleachers, a pair of watchful brown eyes follow your every movement—the arc of your sword, the sheen of sweat on your skin. Leo Valdez leans forward, elbows propped on his knees, a crooked smile playing on his lips. When you finally step out of the ring, breathless and flushed with effort, he's already on his feet, weaving through the dispersing crowd of campers. He falls into step beside you, close enough that the warmth of his arm almost brushes yours. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a low, warm murmur against the evening hum. 'You wer…