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"Oh, and Henry if your not busy later, wanna come to the beach?" Jenny said popping her head in.

Henry shrugged, now moving onto the bar. "Maybe. I'll see what's happening later." He smiled at her, then returned to his work, finishing up the bar of the spear. After he was done, he took out the container and slid out the flower and glass. He took it in gloves, and chiseled in a connector.

Matt walked in and sighed. There was no good reason he was doing this for Kevin, other than Kevin was his friend, and asked him to do it. He walked over to a workbench with a hammer on it. The hammer had the name "Lyra" etched into the handle, and clearly belonged to her.

He took a step closer to the bench and stared at it for a moment, afterall, he was looking at the bench where some of the greatest weapons he had seen were created. "If this is Lyra's bench, this must be the place Kev told me to drop this thing." He thought to himself, as he unrolled the parchment with a description of a weapon on it, and the picture of a sword on it.

The parchment itself seemed enlightened by the presence of this weapon, and Matt felt it better to not ask questions, or look for Lyra. He was doing exactly as he was told to do, that way, he could be sure that nothing was going to get messed up, and if anything did, it wouldn't be his fault. He picked up a rubber band from the floor at the base of the bench, and rolled the parchment up, and put the rubber band around it to hold it in its cylindrical shape. He then dropped it into the toolbox which also belonged to Lyra, hoping that she would find it there.

He then left the armory, without greeting anybody, he was tired, and wanted to go to bed. He didn't have the physical desire, or mental readiness to meet any new faces at the moment. The past week or so had been draining, what with the sudden rush of new campers. After looking around for a minute or two, he saw Gabe. He looked at him and opened his mouth to say something, but then decided it was best not to bother, and left, leaving the door open, the same way it was when he entered.

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I am talking to Gabe... Am I Supposed to?

What was happening to her? What was flipping wrong with her? She was shy, around a dang Boreas kid! She felt shy and stupid, like a clutz falling in front of their crush. Number one thing about Lyra, she never, ever, really liked someone. Something about her made her unable to stay with one person, which wasn't necessarily bad. Her first boy had been a small Apollo boy, who had been a DJ before he dumped her. To go where? Some Dionysus girl, Euri, that had more personality. That just dumped him later on. The Dionysus girl was pretty spunk-like after the death of her sister, and she rarely spoke to Lyra. But what she couldn't get about camp was why she was feeling queasy, now. Maybe it was because Henry was stealing her job. Yep, she knew that he was making weapons for others instead of her. I bet I can do better. I've been in camp waaayy longer. she thought, but kept it to herself. She had taken so much time alone, she didn't need to let out her anger.

An hypocrite wasn't what she wanted to be, now. She brushed her hair from her face once more. Why was she doing that so much? She dug her hands in her pockets. Usually she felt completely normal at the armory, in the back. Why was it different now? Of course, she was usually alone. Or with her sisters. Henry wasn't someone she wanted to interact with, even if he had this challenge to make a sword per cabin, but she was sure he wouldn't be able to find Cerberus poop for Hephaestus. She had actually cut out the whole part of the Hephaestus part in the Athena cabin's books. Which they were perfectly fine with, as her father had tried to rape her. Most of the pages on her father were tucked under her bunk, behind a small drakon automaton. Made by herself, she named it Pelos. A happy little drakon to protect her things. Only Kevin, by code, knew how to break it.

She rubbed her eyes, soon feeling claustrophobic. What could she do? With a smirk, she picked up his hand, and walked out of the back. She walked up the middle, where a large flame was burning. Sweat poured on her face. "This is Hestia's flame. In gratitude for Prometheus for giving blacksmith's fire, and in the ways of Hestia, we have dedicated this cauldron. The fire may never go out, or that means the whole armory is closed. Or.."she explained, but her voice hesitated. "Hephaestus fades." she breathed in, a touchy subject. Trying to change it, she walked up to the armory rack. Thousands of armor, swords, shields, and much more had been set up. She pointed to a glossy bronze armor, with a flame in the middle. The helmet had a dark brown hair on the top, and obviously this armor had been made for someone large. "Beckendorf's armor. On his attack with Percy... his last...., he had worn a lighter armor. This one is for Capture the Flag and other fighting. It was supposedly made by the Kabeiroi, famed sons of Hephaestus."she explained, and dragged him along.

She dragged him outside, where the sun was happily shinning in the sky. A cool, gentle breeze blew, and hopefully it made Gabe feel better. Letting go of his hand, she walked towards a small shed like thing, and with a key, she opened the door. Leading him inside, she looked around. There were animals in cages.But the cages weren't exactly needed, as the animals seemed dead. Thing was, they weren't really animals. Just fine crafted automatons. She crouched down and took out a small drakon, the size of a thumb, made of iron. It sat lifeless in her palm as she walked up to Gabe, and handed it to him. "ξυπνώ!" she said in Ancient Greek tongue. The drakon snapped awake, and walked around his palm, before it's wings stretched, and it flew up into the air, circling the small shed. By the words of Ancient Greek, the many animals had awaken. With a nasty shout, they all turned off, but the small iron dragon, which landed in her palm. "His name is πάγος φωτιά, meaning Ice Fire." she translated, smiling. Allowing the dragon to sit on her shoulder, she walked back to the armory.

Dragging him one more time into the armory, she pulled up to a bench. It was plain, used up, and burnt. There was a lot of scraps, and a lot of burned blueprint paper. She smiled, and swiped off some dust on the bench, where sketched in bronze, in italics, read Counselor of Hephaestus. She picked up her mallet, and with some explanation to him, built a small dragon like the iron one, and also fixed up a sword. After it was done, she put her hands on her hips, with a cocky smile. "And, that's how I work in the armory."she said, but her eyes turned to a new sword on the table. Kevin. She smiled, remembering how she had made it for him. Was it Elemental? She wasn't even sure, anymore. She nodded to Gabe, told him to stand back.

Sparks flew, a constellation of them falling. An echo of banging of a mallet came with each strike, but she didn't seem to be having much difficulty. Each strike was louder, with more effort. Soon the sword looked normal once more. She then took out a carver, where she stitched in δύναμη παρά περηφάνια on the blade. Once finished, she put it back where the boy had put it, and where he would pick it up. The shine was back, as she had sharpened it, and as the light danced on it, the light jumped into her eyes. Her hands were rough and oily for a reason.

Translations:
δύναμη παρά περηφάνια-Strength by pride
ξυπνώ- Awaken


"Sing, clear-voiced Mousa, of Hephaistos famed for inventions (klytometis). With bright-eyed Athene he taught men glorious crafts throughout the world,--men who before used to dwell caves in the mountains like wild beasts. But now that they have learned crafts through Hephaistos the famed worker (klytotekhnes), easily they live a peaceful life in their own houses the whole year round. Be gracious, Hephaistos, and grant me success and prosperity!

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