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Jung Hoseok
Age: 23
Part-time Camper
Work: Mcdonalds cashier
Flaw: Loyalty
Studied: Carpentry & Engineering (Bachelor)
Studying: Machine and Metalworking (Master)
Claimed: 1 Month-Rare Child of Hephaestus
In Camp: 3 years
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Plot Tracker:

m. lalisa - Strawberry Fields: Started

THE CLAIMING

It was just another day at Camp Half-Blood, one that was particularly extra hot and dry. Hoseok, like many other campers lazed around outside by the lake, while others did everything that they could to get away from the heat. It was just one of those days where everyone seemed to be at a crawl due to the heat, except for a select few campers due to the genetics of their godly parents. 

 

Hoseok was lying quite comfortably in the grass when the smell of burning wood hit his nose. It was nowhere close to being time for the, what seemed to be, daily Bonfire. The sun was still quite high in the sky for this summer’s day, making it not only too hot for the fire for most campers, but even more-so confusing as to /why/. It wasn’t until he heard panicked yelling that Hoseok decided to sit up from his place in the grass. Not far from him was one of the camp buildings, up in flames.

 

Many campers hurried back and forth from the lake, drawing water from it to try and suffocate the hot flames. Hoseok joined them in helping, but even he could tell that it would be to no avail. The water only seemed to steam up due to how hot the flames were. It was to no avail, and the building was quite old, all wood. Perfect for such a thing to continue.

 

Hoseok near gave up, but then he heard something odd. A frantic call for help...the call coming from the hot flames. He squinted, just barely making out a small silhouette, making it clear that it was one of the younger campers. “Hey, someone’s in there!” He exclaimed as he looked around for help, reaching out to those around him to see if they could get the young camper out. But all those who even acknowledged him merely shook their heads in disbelief for trying to slow down their hasty work. At this rate, Hoseok decided, the child in the flames would be burnt to a crisp if they were to wait on the others to put them out. Without a second thought, he rushed in, ducking underneath the falling, flaming lumber. 

 

It did not take too long to reach the young camper, a small boy possibly around the age of nine or ten. His skin was a blistering red, as if it were roasting like a pig in the flames, something that struck as odd to the elder camper. Hoseok’s body was left seemingly unscathed, nor did he feel uncomfortable within the crumbling, hot building. “Okay, we are going to get out of here. Alright? Just hold onto me, and you’ll be safe.” 

 

The young boy nodded his head, showing the salty streaks of already dried tears. 

 

They finally exited the flames together, the camper was held close to Hoseok’s body as he had thrown himself out of the building, back-first. Both were smoking from the heat, but both were safe. And despite his shirt being completely melted away from the fire in the back, Hoseok’s back was untouched. Murmuring sounded through those that helped with dousing the flames, they had stopped what they were doing to get closer to Hoseok and the camper. A child of Apollo helped the young one with his burn wounds, while the others just stared above Hoseok’s head.

 

From above the camper’s heads, a loud voice boomed, “All acknowledge the hero, Jung Hoseok, Son of Hephaestus!” Hoseok’s dark eyes stared, confused at the camp director, Chiron. But the realization came to mind as he tilted his head up to see the flaming hammer above him. Finally, after twenty-three years, his father had claimed him.