Nico wasn't seen anywhere on Camp Half-Blood as usual. He was tending to other matters, personal requests from his father, and visiting his half-sister. The gloomy 14-year old didn't feel welcomed at Camp Half-Blood anyway, and it didn't help when Perseus Jackson, the one who let his sister die was there. Yes, he still hasn't forgiven the Son Of Sea just yet, even though he worked together with him to defeat Kronos.
He was really used to travelling instead of staying at a particular location, be it the Underworld, Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter. The latter of the mentioned practically shunned him. Not only did he save them with an army of skeletons, he managed to convince his father to help in the War. Sure he was accepted, but that only lasted for a few weeks. People grew afraid of his powers once again, and he had to leave. He always knew what was best for others, but not himself.
He was really used to travelling instead of staying at a particular location, be it the Underworld, Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter. The latter of the mentioned practically shunned him. Not only did he save them with an army of skeletons, he managed to convince his father to help in the War. Sure he was accepted, but that only lasted for a few weeks. People grew afraid of his powers once again, and he had to leave. He always knew what was best for others, but not himself.
Lizbeth sat under the familiar tree. casting a shadow from the sun, gentle breezes rustled the leaves above, making a beautiful melody. The grass laced with a fine dew from earlier in the morning. the sweet smell of strawberries hung in the air as Lizbeth, once again, had her nose in a book. Her silver hairpin glinting in the gentle rays that penetrated the leaves. As her blue eyes skimmed across the Leafy pages of this old, Somewhat tattered book. It’s words having been dimmed by time. Yet she found no real trouble reading it
carefully she turned the pages, as she could easily hear the excited bustles of Demigods going about their business, whither it was training, or just general goofing around. while the noise wasn’t all bad she was just a tad annoyed with the level coming from the Hermes kids.
carefully she turned the pages, as she could easily hear the excited bustles of Demigods going about their business, whither it was training, or just general goofing around. while the noise wasn’t all bad she was just a tad annoyed with the level coming from the Hermes kids.
Scott Ellis sat on the Camp's private beach, which at the time happened to be bustling with Demi-Gods, it was a hot Summer afternoon and due to it being a Sunday there were no lessons or arena training sessions thus allowing the majority of the Camp to hit the beach. Scott stood out like a sore thumb among the other Campers at the beach, as he always did, due to most people at Camp Half-Blood being in their teens, where as Scott was in his early Twenties. Hence he bore a neatly trimmed goatee and stood a hefty bit taller than most other campers.
The Son of Zephyr wore his normal Attire, a Short-Sleeved Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt, Khaki Shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes, his Camp HB Beads, his Leather Wrist Band and his Signature pair of Bronze-tinted Mirror Aviators.
The Son of Zephyr wore his normal Attire, a Short-Sleeved Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt, Khaki Shorts, a pair of Nike running shoes, his Camp HB Beads, his Leather Wrist Band and his Signature pair of Bronze-tinted Mirror Aviators.
Jerome had no idea what to do, he had just arrived at this 'Camp Half-Blood' a day ago. He was still pretty confused about his parentage and what his role was at Camp. The 12 year old male looked around the beach, spotting a large group of demigods that were fooling around. Especially those Hermes kids. He didn't know if he had a half-sibling. So far, his cabin had only one occupant, himself. The Son of Kratos sighed, deciding to walk to the beach and enjoy the sea breeze.
There wasn't anyone standing out, everyone had their orange 'Camp Half-Blood' T-Shirt(Well, save for those who were shirtless), except for one man who was probably in his early twenties. He had heard from the others that Demigods had a slim chance of living till adulthood, he guessed the man was a special case. Probably pretty strong too, He added.
He too, was dressed in his Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, normal blue jeans and red Converse sneakers. That's about it. There was nothing that set him apart from the other demigods, just his short dark hair and his unnatural blood-red eyes.
There wasn't anyone standing out, everyone had their orange 'Camp Half-Blood' T-Shirt(Well, save for those who were shirtless), except for one man who was probably in his early twenties. He had heard from the others that Demigods had a slim chance of living till adulthood, he guessed the man was a special case. Probably pretty strong too, He added.
He too, was dressed in his Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, normal blue jeans and red Converse sneakers. That's about it. There was nothing that set him apart from the other demigods, just his short dark hair and his unnatural blood-red eyes.
Thanks for letting me join 
The residents of Dionysus cabin is not exactly known for having a bad or depressed mood, but after Castor departed by death during the fight against Kronos, the mood has been difficult to lift. There's not many demi-gods of Dionysus - or Mr. D - and especially Pullox had some hard times, since his twin brother's death. It is, of course, understandable.
Robert sits on a small hill, only several meters from the training area. Seeing Ares-children fight is exhausting enough for this redhaired demigod and so he has not many plansa about participating in the training.
He's wearing the typical orange CHB T-shirt and also has an open Hawaiian shirt (which is blue, with purple flowers) in addition to the t-shirt. His dark shorts match the boring thongs. He uses his Hawaiian shirts to dampen all the red-orange colors, since the combination between the CHB T-shirt and his flaming red hair, aren't very good. His many freckles on his body - especially his face, are not helpful either.
The residents of Dionysus cabin is not exactly known for having a bad or depressed mood, but after Castor departed by death during the fight against Kronos, the mood has been difficult to lift. There's not many demi-gods of Dionysus - or Mr. D - and especially Pullox had some hard times, since his twin brother's death. It is, of course, understandable.
Robert sits on a small hill, only several meters from the training area. Seeing Ares-children fight is exhausting enough for this redhaired demigod and so he has not many plansa about participating in the training.
He's wearing the typical orange CHB T-shirt and also has an open Hawaiian shirt (which is blue, with purple flowers) in addition to the t-shirt. His dark shorts match the boring thongs. He uses his Hawaiian shirts to dampen all the red-orange colors, since the combination between the CHB T-shirt and his flaming red hair, aren't very good. His many freckles on his body - especially his face, are not helpful either.
"Hey Kid! You're that new camper, right? Son Of Kratos was it? Let's see how you- Demigod of Strength, face against a Demigod of War!" Jerome heard a rough voice call out to him. He turned around and spotted a really buff looking guy. ..Oh god, one of those Ares kids, Jerome fought down the urge to roll his eyes. Here he was, the second day at camp, barely survived a dumb basilisk too. He wasn't too happy with that challenge, it was blatant that he shouldn't take up this challenge. He didn't even know how to wield a sword properly!
"Sorry, I don't want to fight a bag of meat." Jerome said cooly. As calm as he may seem, he was actually panicking in his mind. What?! Why did I say that?! Oh, I am so dead... He felt his shirt tightening as he was being lifted off the ground. "Kid, you don't know who you're messing with. The name's Brian, remember it." With that, meat head- Uh, I mean Brian.. squared him in his face. The poor 12-year-old felt blood trickling down his nose; probably broke it too.
Jerome was able to feel the sand on his feet again. He commanded his hands to clutch his nose, but that didn't happen. Instead, his body threw itself onto Brian. Somehow managing to topple the buff male. This greatly shocked Brian. After all, he didn't expect the small-fry to tackle him. Realising that this could be an opportunity, Jerome blindly threw a punch at Brian's meaty face.
Of course, Brian had more experience than Jerome in any combat. His luck just had to be that rotten. Meat Head easily caught the punch, punching Jerome in the gut thereafter. Jerome swore in greek instinctively as the air was being knocked out from his lungs. He released his grip on the older male. Immediately regretting it a few moments later.
For the first time since his encounter with the basilisk, he flew. He quite enjoyed flying, but he'd prefer it without having the feeling of agony as he crashed on the floor. Many of the campers nearby stopped their activities to watch the one-sided fight. None of them helped. Yeah, stand there and treat me like an animal! What a lovely show! Jerome gritted his teeth, clearly not liking the situation he was placed in.
"Sorry, I don't want to fight a bag of meat." Jerome said cooly. As calm as he may seem, he was actually panicking in his mind. What?! Why did I say that?! Oh, I am so dead... He felt his shirt tightening as he was being lifted off the ground. "Kid, you don't know who you're messing with. The name's Brian, remember it." With that, meat head- Uh, I mean Brian.. squared him in his face. The poor 12-year-old felt blood trickling down his nose; probably broke it too.
Jerome was able to feel the sand on his feet again. He commanded his hands to clutch his nose, but that didn't happen. Instead, his body threw itself onto Brian. Somehow managing to topple the buff male. This greatly shocked Brian. After all, he didn't expect the small-fry to tackle him. Realising that this could be an opportunity, Jerome blindly threw a punch at Brian's meaty face.
Of course, Brian had more experience than Jerome in any combat. His luck just had to be that rotten. Meat Head easily caught the punch, punching Jerome in the gut thereafter. Jerome swore in greek instinctively as the air was being knocked out from his lungs. He released his grip on the older male. Immediately regretting it a few moments later.
For the first time since his encounter with the basilisk, he flew. He quite enjoyed flying, but he'd prefer it without having the feeling of agony as he crashed on the floor. Many of the campers nearby stopped their activities to watch the one-sided fight. None of them helped. Yeah, stand there and treat me like an animal! What a lovely show! Jerome gritted his teeth, clearly not liking the situation he was placed in.
Scott sighed before standing up and walking over to the two fighting Demi-gods.
"Brian didn't Chiron tell you to stop picking on the Newbies?" Scott said staring the Son of Ares down behind his Sunglasses.
"Gah, always got to put something or someone in it place don't you Scotty?" The Son of Ares shifted nervously before throwing a punch at Scotty, Scott dodged it with ease before landing a hard knee into the Son of Ares' gut. Brian stumbled back, keeping his eyes locked onto Scott. Then without much warning he kicked the Sand, attempted to get it into Scott's eyes however the attack failed as a gust of wind summoned by Scott blew the Sand back into Brian's eyes.
Satisfied that he'd done enough to the Son of Ares, he turned walking over to Jerome and placing his hand on his Shoulder.
" Just ignore the Chap next time, makes it easier on yourself."
"Brian didn't Chiron tell you to stop picking on the Newbies?" Scott said staring the Son of Ares down behind his Sunglasses.
"Gah, always got to put something or someone in it place don't you Scotty?" The Son of Ares shifted nervously before throwing a punch at Scotty, Scott dodged it with ease before landing a hard knee into the Son of Ares' gut. Brian stumbled back, keeping his eyes locked onto Scott. Then without much warning he kicked the Sand, attempted to get it into Scott's eyes however the attack failed as a gust of wind summoned by Scott blew the Sand back into Brian's eyes.
Satisfied that he'd done enough to the Son of Ares, he turned walking over to Jerome and placing his hand on his Shoulder.
" Just ignore the Chap next time, makes it easier on yourself."
Easier said than done. He deadpanned. "Thanks," Jerome moved his hand to clutch his nose in attempts to stop the bleeding. He looked around, noticing that the crowd slowly dispersed. He looked over at Brian, who was glaring down at Scott and Jerome. Well, he didn't know who that glare was directed at, but he was sure Meathead was going to make life difficult for Jerome.
Soon enough, Brian left, along with his goons. Jerome heaved a sigh of relief.
Soon enough, Brian left, along with his goons. Jerome heaved a sigh of relief.
Robert decided to lie down and look at the clouds. He was tired. No more than he usually was at this time of day, that balance between noon and afternoon. It was just an ordinary day, with an ordinary night with the same lack of sleep. That's the way, is always was. Sometimes he may even go ask the children from the Hypnos-cabin for help, to get a nap without waking up an hour later.
"I'd better get something out of the day - Or.... I could lay here until dinner time? Yeah~"
He smiled satisfied, just before closing his eyes. He could still hear the Ares-children train, with their swords, spears and other weapons. All the effort, he wasn't envious of. And never would be. But that doesn't mean he couldn't use a little training, because despite his somewhat masculine body type, so he was not a skilled warrior. And he'll probably never be. He was known as a bit of coward - not that the opinions of others affect him at all, which probably is why he has never changed his life.
"I'd better get something out of the day - Or.... I could lay here until dinner time? Yeah~"
He smiled satisfied, just before closing his eyes. He could still hear the Ares-children train, with their swords, spears and other weapons. All the effort, he wasn't envious of. And never would be. But that doesn't mean he couldn't use a little training, because despite his somewhat masculine body type, so he was not a skilled warrior. And he'll probably never be. He was known as a bit of coward - not that the opinions of others affect him at all, which probably is why he has never changed his life.
Being further away from the Demigods Liz hadn't notice the commotion. looking away from her book, she stole a glance at the sun, Before closing said book and beginning to idly gather her things. She brushed a black strand of hair out of her face as she walked towards the camp, away from the peaceful strawberry fields.
Upon arrival to her cabin, she noted two of her 'Brothers' fast asleep in their bunks. Not wanting to disturb them, she placed down the books gently, and sneaked as quietly as she could out of the Athenian Cabin. Once she was confident she was far enough from them, she set off in no particular direction, Just somewhere preferably quiet.
Upon arrival to her cabin, she noted two of her 'Brothers' fast asleep in their bunks. Not wanting to disturb them, she placed down the books gently, and sneaked as quietly as she could out of the Athenian Cabin. Once she was confident she was far enough from them, she set off in no particular direction, Just somewhere preferably quiet.
Nico emerged from the shadows, he looked around his surroundings. Yep, Camp Half-Blood. He thought dreadfully. He walked towards the Poseidon Cabin, because frankly speaking, Percy was the only one who knew his family problems; even though he hated Percy. Suddenly, a blonde blur rushed out of the Poseidon Cabin. Gray eyes met brown.
"Percy's gone!" Annabeth cried out. Nico knew that he wasn't her first person she wanted to speak to about this matter, but he definitely was the closest person. Not like her cared or anything.
"What do you mean.. Gone?" Nico narrowed his eyes at the Child Of Athena.
"Gone, duh! I looked everywhere at Camp! He's not here! No one saw him at all today!" Annabeth began, "No.. I must inform Chiron about this. He should know." With that, Nico watched Annabeth sprint away to the Big House.
He chuckled darkly to himself You're partially right, dear Daughter Of Athena, but not completely right. He mused to himself. He obviously knew where Percy was being thrown at, but he didn't know what God had the right mind to do such a thing. He shrugged it off, walking back to the Hades cabin to prepare for the next dumb prophecy to get issued out. Probably about finding Percy, he didn't really care.
"Percy's gone!" Annabeth cried out. Nico knew that he wasn't her first person she wanted to speak to about this matter, but he definitely was the closest person. Not like her cared or anything.
"What do you mean.. Gone?" Nico narrowed his eyes at the Child Of Athena.
"Gone, duh! I looked everywhere at Camp! He's not here! No one saw him at all today!" Annabeth began, "No.. I must inform Chiron about this. He should know." With that, Nico watched Annabeth sprint away to the Big House.
He chuckled darkly to himself You're partially right, dear Daughter Of Athena, but not completely right. He mused to himself. He obviously knew where Percy was being thrown at, but he didn't know what God had the right mind to do such a thing. He shrugged it off, walking back to the Hades cabin to prepare for the next dumb prophecy to get issued out. Probably about finding Percy, he didn't really care.
(Small timeskip, Talked about it with Leif, just to night-ish time)
Liz was sitting in her bunk, swinging her leg off the side, a book in her hands. She could hear her other cabin mates talking about annabeth and percy. She felt sorry for annabeth, But knew better than to try to comfort her Half-sister. It would probably only make her more worried. She didn't know percy well enough to consider him a friend, But she had fought with him at the base of Olympus.
That being said she didn't believe he was the kind to just run off without a notice. With a soft sigh, she closed the book as she heard her name called from one of her 'Siblings'
"Lizzy, What do you think of this?" One of her brothers asked, He stood squared to her bunk with his arms crossed. chiseled features and a mildy attractive build.
"Not sure, I don't have enough facts. Im sure we'll find out eventually." she replied breezily, Liz had a reputation of being cool headed. Internally, she was interested, but she would never show that outwards to her 'Siblings' or anyone else in camp for that matter. Her half-brother huffed out load, clearly annoyed with her answer, but couldn't find any points to argue. He just turned back to the small group in the cabin as the topics changed. They were now discussing civil war battles. With no particular interest in the topic liz returned to her book, skimming over the page she had read over a hundred times. All she could do now was wait for the campfire.
Liz was sitting in her bunk, swinging her leg off the side, a book in her hands. She could hear her other cabin mates talking about annabeth and percy. She felt sorry for annabeth, But knew better than to try to comfort her Half-sister. It would probably only make her more worried. She didn't know percy well enough to consider him a friend, But she had fought with him at the base of Olympus.
That being said she didn't believe he was the kind to just run off without a notice. With a soft sigh, she closed the book as she heard her name called from one of her 'Siblings'
"Lizzy, What do you think of this?" One of her brothers asked, He stood squared to her bunk with his arms crossed. chiseled features and a mildy attractive build.
"Not sure, I don't have enough facts. Im sure we'll find out eventually." she replied breezily, Liz had a reputation of being cool headed. Internally, she was interested, but she would never show that outwards to her 'Siblings' or anyone else in camp for that matter. Her half-brother huffed out load, clearly annoyed with her answer, but couldn't find any points to argue. He just turned back to the small group in the cabin as the topics changed. They were now discussing civil war battles. With no particular interest in the topic liz returned to her book, skimming over the page she had read over a hundred times. All she could do now was wait for the campfire.
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