Felix Flint, at your service! The one and only son of Nemesis herself. I'm actually kind of a big deal.
“Really? You’ve been here for…how long? And you never came here?” Sky said a little shocked. She came to the beach all the time, and always saw many campers there. “Maybe he’ll take you again next time when he isn’t busy.” She said. “Sure.” She nodded, slipping off her camp half blood t-shirt into her tank top. She was already wearing shorts, and really didn’t care much if they would get wet. “Come on,” she smiled, and headed for the water.
Felix shrugged. “I’ve been a lot busier than you would expect.” He laughed softly, unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall into the sand. A smile spread across his face as he thought about Ganymede taking him here. It was a weird thing what that god managed to do without even being with him. He took off in a sprint toward the water, once getting deep enough, going under. He rose back to the surface, pushing his hair from his face. “This is going to go curly in about three seconds.” He laughed.
