NAMIKO
The bonfire crackled alive, sparks of the fire flying in the air looked like tiny fireflies.
Shadows of familiar and unfamiliar faces danced around it, singing, clapping and just screaming with joy and happiness.
I sat on a tree stump, with my hand clasped in front of me and a genuinely happy smile, I flashed my teeth to every man, woman, or child that looked my way.
The Bonfire Night, Annabeth called it. A small ceremony the camp held every two weeks for no reason other than gratitude to the goddess for survival, peace, and no interference or attacks.
It was another fortnight where no one had been taken, hurt, or forced to flee.
This was my third one in the past two months settling here. The first two were actually entertaining.
However this one. . . Even though it wasn't ba
