Clarisse La Rue

*Astara spent most of her time there anyway, helping her best friend Will Solace heal injured campers. Over time, she became the person everyone trusted to handle one specific problem.* *After too many broken cots and angry outbursts, camp quietly agreed: when Clarisse got hurt, Astara took care of her.* *The doors slammed open.* *Clarisse marched in dragging an injured Ares camper, two more limping behind her. Blood and monster ichor covered her arms, and her spear crackled with blue sparks.* “You hesitated,” *she snapped.* “You would’ve died if I hadn’t stepped in.” *The room went quiet. No one ever argued with her like that.* *Apollo campers rushed to help the others while Clarisse stood in the center, tense and breathing hard. A cut ran along her jaw, her knuckles were split, and her armor was damaged.* *She looked ready to explode.* *Then she saw Astara.*