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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Jul 24, 2013 2:31:03 GMT -5

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Post by Porter on Jul 24, 2013 2:31:03 GMT -5

"So, what now?"
Dean sat beside me on the foot of Half-Blood hill, his light brown eyes scanned the area as if he was taking in Camp Half-Blood for the first time. Considering the abrupt and hurried introduction, I guess it really was his first time taking a good luck at this place. He spoke his words out almost wistfully, as if he didn't know what to do with himself, and he put a hand through his wild mess of hair. I was surprised it didn't get stuck there.
"Lily should be here soon. She seemed to have a pretty stable plan." I replied, scanning the cabin area for signs of her.
It was a day after we got back from our quest, and everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion, tired and unmotivated for their daily activities. Dean slept in the Big House, near the infirmary as Roxy showed him some of the ropes, but his sleeping quarters were not permanent. Lily seemed to have talked more to Chiron about Dean's accommodations, and the idea of building a small cabin outside the border cropped up to be a possible idea. The details were the ones I was a bit fuzzy about, though. I turned back to Dean, who was staring at his lighter as he played with it in his hands, as if contemplating if setting me on fire was a good idea.
"Looking for me, boys?" I heard a familiar voice call out.
I tilted my head and squinted my eyes as the sun temporarily caused me to lose my sight. I saw a figure hovering over me, but I couldn't make out who it was. I raised an arm and squinted harder, trying to readjust my eyes to the light. I made out two gray eyes staring back at me.
"Lily! I thought you were at the cabins." I grinned when I saw her.
"Nah, I was at the Big House, just covering a few things up with Chiron and the Hephaestus kids." Lily stepped aside to reveal her fellow constructors. A large group of rather muscular looking, tanned girls and guys all holding large planks and various tools looked at us with excited grins, as if we were a school project on a subject that didn't suck. Next to them, Chiron was wearing a hazard hat and carrying a couple of rolled up blueprints. On his horse back, instead of where a saddle would usually be, a large toolbelt sat.
"Wow, how did we not notice all you guys?" Dean asked out loud.
"Good news, Mr.Rodgers." Chiron addressed Dean.
Dean straightened his back, trying to maintain a respectful gaze. It isn't every day that a magical centaur builds you a house.
"The Hephaestus campers were more than willing to take up this building project, and if you help sell our strawberries and make sure to divert attention away from Camp, it will surely pay off all debt the this cabin might cost us."
Dean nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Follow me, gentlemen." Chiron began trotting over the hill, and Dean and I quickly picked ourselves up from the tall grass and hurried over to catch up with everyone. We slowed down to a walk next to Simon Lee. Simon was a skinny 13-year old with a mouthful of braces and wild hair that points in every direction. His face is almost always covered in grease and grime and he had a pair of goggles plastered to his forehead over his dark almond eyes. His scrawny physique always stood out amongst his half-siblings, and I could always easily spot him amongst the crowd of muscle.
"How old exactly are these guys?" Dean asked me warily.
"The youngest is probably 9." I pointed out.
It didn't seem like that was the answer he wanted to hear.
"Don't worry, guy. These guys are the children of the GOD of building stuff. You might as well had hired the most expensive, professional home builders in the state."
Dean gulped. "I hope you're right."
We made our way over the hill and past the border, stopping to wave at Peleus the dragon, who was peacefully coiled around Thalia's tree. Dean stared at the dragon in disbelief.
"There's dragons too?"
"Dude, Greek Mythology has everything. I wouldn't be surprised if zombies sprouted up from the ground and began picking strawberries."
Dean made a face that didn't seem like he fancied having the undead as coworkers.
"How far past the border, Chiron?" I called out.
"Just a few yards, we don't want to have a cabin too close to the borders. It'll make mortals more curious and too close."
About 30 yards diagonally away from Thalia's tree, we found a flat clearing, and everyone put their house-making weapons down. Chiron passed Dean a couple of blueprints.
"Here are examples of the cabin we can build." Chiron informed him.
Dean pursed his lips and darted his eyes back and forth in between design, until he finally raised one in the air.
"This one's rad."
"Hey, wait, let me see!" I snagged the blueprint from his hands to look at the plans for his future living space.
Blueprints Dean's Cabin

My jaw dropped. I was excited for him.
"Dude this is gonna be so cool. You gotta invite me to your house parties sometime." I told him.
Chiron cleared his throat. "Anyways," He began, taking the chosen blueprint away from me. "Let's get started."
The Hephaestus cabin crowded around the blueprint, exchanging whispers and game plans.
"Hey, Airhead," I heard Lily's voice call out.
I turned to see a hard hat thrown at me.
I fumbled it in the air for a second, until I got impatient and spread my arms apart, willing the air to lift the helmet onto my head. At least, that's what my intentions were. What really happened was the hard hat disappointingly fell onto the ground, completely unaltered. I frowned in frustration and I kicked the hard hat as if it just insulted my mother. The orange helmet skidded across the ground until it rolled into Lily's feet. I looked up at her slightly concerned face, my face growing hot in embarrassment.
"Are you alright, Luke?" She asked, picking my helmet back up and walking up towards me, just a few inches away.
I felt cold and out of place. I never tried to use my powers before since my quest, and only now was the idea sinking in. If I can't use my powers, I began what kind of demigod am I?
Lily placed the hard hat onto my shaggy hair, fixing the straps under my chin. I looked at her, and she caught my eye, giving me a reassuring smile as she finally snapped the straps together. I couldn't help smile back. No matter what, I could always smile back at Lily.
"Tell me later if you need anything, okay?" She whispered to me.
"Ahem." We both looked over to see an inquisitive-looking Dean, with an eyebrow raised.
"Oh, um. Right." Lily picked another hard hat from the ground and tossed it over to Dean, who actually caught it. "One for you too, Mr.Rodgers."

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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Jul 27, 2013 0:14:38 GMT -5

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I walked around camp while scanning the area for my friends. I hadn't seen them since breakfast. Something caught the corner of my eye and I looked to my left. In the distance were a bunch of kids in orange hard hats walking over to the forest. I squinted my eyes to get a closer look. Chiron was leading them, followed by what could only be the Hephaestus cabin. They held tools in their muscular arms and were already covered in oil and grease. Behind them walked three other demigods. I craned my neck to get a look at them, one had a curtain of dirty blonde hair peeking from her hard hat. The other looked to have dark hair, and the last one was tall with light brown hair. It was hard to tell who he was by the back of his head, but I knew when I looked at his wrist and saw a checkerboard wristband who he was. I could only guess they were Luke, Dean and Lily. I started to sprint towards them.
"Hey, guys!" I yelled when I got closer. "Wait for me!" Luke, Lily and Dean turned and waited for me to catch up. I tried to stop early, but the momentum from running down a hill had me running too fast. I ended up tripping at their feet. Dean and Luke helped me up.
"Dude, you okay?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, what's going on?" I replied, looking at all of the hard hats.
"We're about to go help Dean build his house," Lily replied. I brushed the dirt off of my jeans.
"Cool, man. Need any more help?" I asked. Luke looked at the ground where I had just fallen, then at me with a grin.
"You sure you can handle it?" He joked.
"Alright, alright I'm not the most coordinated demigod out there, but I can try," I said. Luke looked at Lily and nodded. Lily ran up to Chiron and grabbed an extra hardhat from his back, She came jogging back and handed it to me. I put it on my head and puffed out my chest.
"It's on sideways," Dean pointed out.
"Right," I said, awkwardly readjusting it. "I knew that." Dean looked almost worried about his future house. I couldn't blame him. Let's be honest, I shouldn't be your first choice for help with building a house, but it was nice that he hadn't told me he didn't want me there. We walked for a while longer, following Chiron and the Hephaestus kids through the border and out into the forest. Chiron unfolded some paper and looked around for a minute, before continuing to walk farther.
"Do you know where this is going to be built?" I asked.
"Not a clue," Dean replied. I looked at Luke and Lily. Luke shrugged and looked at Lily.
"We had a clearing close to camp in mind. Chiron needs some measurements done," Lily explained.
"Sweet, how far are we?" I asked.
"Not completely sure," Lily answered looking around. I couldn't blame her, I had spent a whole year in these forests, and I still didn't know which way was which. It was easy to get lost here. One wrong turn and you end up either on the other side of the forest, or a monsters next meal. Neither of which were too good. I couldn't wait for Dean to get moved in. I had a welcome home present that I was dying to give to him, but I wanted to make sure he was settled before I gave it to him. We continued to follow Chiron, the four of us tried not to trip over hiding rocks or surprise tree stumps.
"Ugh," Luke groaned shortly in frustration. "We need Finn here."
"Why's that?" Dean asked.
"She knows the forest like the back of her hand. She'd be able to show us an easier route," Luke explained.
"... Would she, though?" Dean asked. Luke stopped and thought for a moment.
"No, probably not. She likes to watch me suffer," He concluded.
"That's what I thought," Dean said, the corner of his mouth tugging into a grin. All of a sudden, I walked into what I thought was a tree, except tree's don't usually fall when you do. I looked up and rubbed my head, which had been poked by a dead branch. Beside me lay the small Asian Hephaestus kid I had seen earlier. He readjusted his goggles on his head and looked at me.
"Sorry," I said, getting up quickly to help him up.
"Hey, watch where you're falling, I'm no bowling pin, man!" Simon said, picking himself up and brushing himself off.
"Sorry, I- I thought you were a tree," I said, although I wasn't sure that was the best thing to say.
"Yeah, well, I'm not one of those either. What, do you just go around walking into tree's all the time?" The boy asked. I helped him pick up a wrench and handed it to him. He took it and nodded a thanks.
"No- I mean- I-" I stuttered.
"Come on, Simon," Luke said, stepping up beside me and elbowed me in the side. "Give the guy a break, he's... Not the sharpest tool in the workshop."
"I- hey!" I started. Luke patted me on the back as if to say 'it's okay, don't worry about it'
"Okay," I said with a pout. Simon grinned at Luke, then at me.
"I'll let you off with a warning, bub," he said, waving his wrench around. I put my hands up in defeat and nodded.
"No more mistaking you for a tree, I got it," I said. I decided to flash him a friendly-Fletch-smile.
"Simon!" Yelled Chiron from farther up the way. "We need you to help take measurements of the clearing!" Simon looked around and waved at Chiron.
"duty calls," he said. He turned with a salute and scrambled over to his brothers and sisters. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Man, you picked a fight with the wrong Asian," Luke said jokingly. I nodded with wide eyes as I watched the small kid go.
"Well, shall we go take a look at the clearing?" Lily asked. Dean looked up with an excited expression in his light eyes.
"Sure," he managed to say casually. The four of us jogged over to Chiron, who was standing and looking at blueprints. I stood on my tippy toes to look over his shoulder. The design looked awesome.
"Dude this is going to be sweet!" I said excitedly. Chiron looked at me with a surprised expression, I guess he hadn't realized I was so close to his ear.
"Yes, indeed," he said folding the paper. Around us, the Hephaestus kids took measurements of a large flat clearing that sat in the middle of a perimeter of tree's. The ground was littered with logs and branches but if those were cleaned up the space would be perfect to build Dean's cabin on.
"It's not too far from camp," Chiron said. "It should be good if we're able to work with the measurements."
"Sounds good to me," Dean concluded. Simon walked up to Chiron, his clothes already full of dirt.
"We're ready to go," he said.
"Then let us begin to clear the branches," Chriron announced. No one seemed excited about the first mission.

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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Jul 28, 2013 23:26:27 GMT -5

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Post by Porter on Jul 28, 2013 23:26:27 GMT -5

I sighed as I began collecting the debris of branches and twigs that scattered the clearing. I wished I could just blow all the obstacles away with my aerokinesis. When I had enough in my arms I hobbled over to Lily, who was making a pile near the edge of the clearing.
"How was your sleep?" I asked. It had been a long journey, and getting brainwashed probably didn't do the greatest effect on your subconscious.
"I wish I could say I slept like a rock but... it seemed like all my memories of the past two weeks were trying to get a hold of me in my dreams." She began, shaking her head as if trying to distance herself from them. "Did I really.... say those horrible things to you?"
I looked at her stormy gray eyes, filled with regret and concern, as if she already knew the answer but didn't want to admit it.
"Y-yes-BUT!" I yelled out once I saw Lily's expression, her mouth ready to pour out explanations and apologies. "I knew you were brainwashed. Roxy had to help me out for a bit but I understood you didn't mean any of it."
Lily lowered her eyes down and nodded. There was nothing I wanted to do more than make her happier. "Roxy... I said some pretty horrible things to her too. I just want to undo it all. I think you're a wonderful person, and I think your stupid charm is really funny." Lily pointed out.
"....And going out with you isn't that bad of a thought anyways." Lily seemed to hesitantly drag out.
"Really?" I thought I was dreaming. I also lost the feeling in my toes.
"Um, yeah... you know... tons of girls probably want to..." Lily trailed off, trying to change the subject off of her.
"Oh." Nevermind the happy thoughts.
I could hear Dean snickering behind me. Lily glared at him and he stopped.
"Um, moral of the story, you're not a loser and are actually a pretty cool kid." She finished as she went back to retrieve more sticks.
I groaned. "At least I'm a cool kid, guys." I turned to Fletch and Dean.
Fletch came over to drop off his sticks, and gave me a pat on the shoulder. "There there, brah. She'll come around." Fletch offered.
"How long did you say you've known her for? Yeah I don't think so." Dean also had to offer his own great advice.
My eyes looked over to see Lily, who turned back and gave me a humored smile, as if she enjoyed watching me suffer. I couldn't help but smiled back. As much as I hated to admit it, being friends with her is really enjoyable, I couldn't possibly stay hung up over "the friendzone".
I could feel the long hours pass us as the sun rose out over our heads and gave out a scorching heat. Thanks, Apollo. I thought. We cleared off the area, and began giving out measurements on the ground. We raised the 9 beams holding the cabin together and a couple of Hephaestus kids began forming stones in a rectangular shape for the fireplace. I spotted Simon lazily hiding at the edge of the forest, his back against a tree trunk with his Gameboy out. I looked around to see if no one was watching me, but Dean was too busy supervising Fletch.
"Congratulations, Fletch, you just nailed a nail into a board. Guess what, that didn't do anything."
I sneaked away to where Simon was gaming, his goggles pulled over his eyes.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
"Sh. I'm trying to catch Missingno." Simon raised a gloved hand at me as his pokemon battle reflected off his goggles.
"Dude c'mon the poor guy needs all the professional help he can get." I urged as I turned back to the clearing of people, Fletch managing to nail his sleeve to the beam. Yup, definitely needed the help of someone who knew what they were doing.
"Nah, I'm not much of a construction guy. I like machines, not wood." He said nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to the video game screen.
I blinked. Well, I tried. I thought as I shrugged and sat down next to him, my sight moved towards the battle as Simon's blastoise was using water gun against a backwards, L-shaped block of glitched text. I had a long summer anyways, relaxing won't hurt. I rested my head back against the trunk and put hands beneath my head. My eyelids felt heavy. I haven't noticed how tired I was. I didn't have a good sleep either last night. How could I with Justin's death? But my mind was finally preoccupied enough to trick myself into drifting into a deep sleep. How long did I sleep for? I had no idea.

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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Jul 31, 2013 11:53:19 GMT -5

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Post by Teddy on Jul 31, 2013 11:53:19 GMT -5

The sun had finally gone down. Dean was sitting beside me, we were staring at the nail stick I had made.
"Think that would do anything against monsters?" I asked, having an image of my badass self wielding the weapon I had just created floating around in my possibly delusional brain.
"Doubt it, but good try," Dean answered. I let out a long, over-exaggerated sigh. I looked around, there weren't much kids around the clearing anymore. Just Luke, Lily, Dean and I. The Hephaestus kids had turned in for the night. Chiron was looking over the plans for the cabin once more. I looked at Luke, who I had just noticed was leaning against a tree. His back was to me, so I couldn't see what he was doing. Lily was discussing possible interior options with Chiron over in the corner. I got up, nail weapon in hand, and made my way over to see if Luke was sleeping. Dean followed me. I crouched beside Luke, who was indeed sleeping, and poked him in the side of the face with my index finger. He twitched in his sleep and moved his head away with a groggy groan. I continued to do it.
"Luke. Luke. Luuuuuke. Hey, Morning Wood, wake up," I whispered.
"Morning Wood?" Dean asked, giving me a look of confusion.
"Uh... Inside joke," I replied. Dean didn't look satisfied with the answer but he shrugged it off, probably deciding that he didn't actually want to know.
"Godsdamn, this dude is out," I said. I thought for a minute, then started to slap Luke's face on either side quickly. He snorted and woke up, adjusting himself in his seat.
"What? What do you want?" He asked, looking around at the clearing. His eyes met my creation and he kicked it out of my hand, probably on reflex. Who wants to see that right when they wake up?
"Dude, what the hell is that?" Luke asked staring up at me with big green eyes.
"Fletch's attempt at building a cabin," Dean answered in a monotone voice.
"Like you could do any better," I retorted. Dean looked at me with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. "Yeah, you probably could," I said in a defeated tone. I looked back at Luke.
"Want to head back to camp?" I asked. I was getting pretty tired too. All that hammering had tired me out.
"Uh, yeah, sure," he replied. I looked over at Lily and Chiron.
"Are you guys ready to go back?" Luke asked as he lifted himself from the ground.
"That's probably a good idea," Chiron mused. "Woods outside the border aren't safe during nightfall."
"Super," Dean said sarcastically.
"You'll be fine," Lily said, walking over to Dean and hitting him in the arm with blueprint papers. "Monsters don't like the way you smell." Dean lifted his arm and took a sniff of himself. He looked slightly offended.
"What's wrong with the way I smell?" He asked. Lily simply gave that little smirk I had seen her wear multiple times, and walked away. We all started to follow her, but off in the distance, the sound of a struggle overtook the soft cricket chirps. There was a loud growling, the sound of a flamethrower, a car screeching to a halt, and two arguing voices. The four of us looked at Chiron, who seemed just as puzzled as we were.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Sh," Chiron hushed me. Luke, Lily, Dean and I stayed silent and frozen. I looked to my side where Luke stood, he was looking back at me. We both seemed to be asking the same question, neither of us knew the answer. There were no other voices.
"Should we go see if everything is okay?" Dean asked.
"There were no screams," Lily noted.
"It was close to the camp wall... That can only mean..." Chiron trailed off. He started cantering towards the sound.
"Is this guy crazy?" I asked. "We're just gonna go towards the scary sounds? He's breaking one of the most important rule of horror movies!"
"This isn't a horror flick, Fletch," Lily said.
"I don't know, that sounded pretty horrific to me," I replied.
"Come on," she said, as she jogged after Chiron. Luke and I exchanged another glance. He put his hand over his checkered wristband, and I shouldered my violin case, Dean got out a lighter and we all jogged our way behind Lily. I never left the cabin without my violin. The two of us had been through too much to be separate. It was safe to say I had formed an emotional bond with it. I did make a mental note that I needed to get a case that made it easier to access and turn into a bow. Chiron had stopped his quick pace to slow down in front of an old pick up truck. It had dents, scratch marks and burned spots on it. It looked like it had been through hell. I felt bad for whoever it belonged to. I looked around, trying to spot the thing that did this. I didn't have to look long. Suddenly, from behind me I heard a hiss, and before I knew it I had been tackled out of the way of a harsh blast of fire by a quick moving Lily.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. The others had all drawn their weapons. Yeah, I definitely needed a new violin case. I backed up quickly until I was behind the group.
"Chimera," Chiron said. The creature had the body of a lioness, out of the middle of it's shoulders sprouted a goats head, and instead of having a normal tail, it of course had to have a serpent sprouting from it's ass.
"Everyone get back into the border," Chiron said calmly, his bow raised, an arrow nocked. No one hesitated. The four of us, followed by Chiron, who sent the arrow into the neck of the lioness, scrambled into the safety of the border. To my surprise, we weren't the only ones standing by the border line. In front of us stood two teenagers, they had turned to look at us as we had entered. One was a girl. She had a pretty face, blonde hair and grey eyes, and looked at us like we had just fallen from the sky. The other was a satyr, blonde, long curly hair with eyes as green as the forest he stood in front of. He was decorated in splashes of freckles that trailed along his cheeks and nose, and his one shoulder, which showed because of the large grey and white striped sweater he wore. He looked at me with a smile. It took me a while to register.
"C-Casper," I breathed, before I rushed forward and tackle hugged him to the ground. For a minute, everything else around me melted away, along with my worry. I had my best friend back, and everything was good.
"Hey, Fletch," He said with a small chuckle.
"Awwww," Luke said from behind me. He was leaning on Lily for support as if he couldn't stand. "That was the cutest thing ever." I looked over at him to give him a sarcastic laugh.
"You're back early, Mr. Firlie," Chiron noted.
"Yeah, I know, I would have thought this would take longer," Casper replied.
"No matter," Chiron decided before turning his attention to the person who had been standing beside Casper. "How about an introduction?"

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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Aug 4, 2013 1:45:39 GMT -5

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Post by Porter on Aug 4, 2013 1:45:39 GMT -5

The blonde girl blinked a few times, as if trying to process what just happened, but she managed to casually brush her hair from her face and straighten up. Casper opened his mouth, as if to introduce her but she cut him off.
"Yo, I'm Quintyn."
Fletch seemed to just notice the girl, and he pulled away from Casper's hug, his arms still gripping the small satyr's shoulders, his eyes moving skeptically to and from the newcomers.
"But like... who are you...." Fletch asked, almost confused. "What have you been doing?" Fletch turned back to Casper, shaking his freckled shoulders.
Lily and I exchanged confused glances. She was a demigod, she was her seeker, I'm sure Fletch was familiar with the process. A devilish smile began to play on Quintyn's lips in realization.
"Oh, Cassy, I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Quintyn said with a pout, her voice hinting towards a Brooklyn accent. "What about all those special times we had together?"
Lily and I looked back to Fletch, who looked like he was going to implode. Or maybe he was holding in a fart.
"ONLY I GET TO--WHAT WAIT--" Fletch looked at Casper with hurt eyes.
"No no no nothing happened!" Casper pleaded.
"You promise?" Fletch said, his voice cracking and low.
Casper nodded, and Fletch hugged him again, silently.
Lily and I looked back at Quintyn, who was smiling, almost warmly, despite her original attitude.
"I-I.. um, hi." Dean stuttered out from next to us.
He was slicking his hair back nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Quintyn raised an eyebrow. "Hey."
Chiron cleared his throat. "Alright, Quintyn, you probably deserve an explanation, with all your rush to get here, I assume Mr.Firlie didn't have much time to tell you your true heritage?"
"My what? I'm Russian."
"Hot damn." I couldn't help mutter under my breath.
Lily turned to me to give me a look, hearing me.
Chiron gave a warm-hearted chuckle. "Your OTHER heritage." He offered.
Quintyn scrunched up her pierced nose in thought. It was kind of cute. Her gray eyes were clouded with a billion thoughts running through her head. Wow, I thought Why did that look so familiar?
"Casper told me about you... Chiron, yes? He told me my mom was a goddess?" Her eyes looked over the crowd of us. "That means... you're all demigods?"
Dean looked down, embarrassed, but no one said anything. Quintyn seemed to understand that by the looks in our eyes, that Cas wasn't lying.
"It looks like you have a grasp on things already, young hero." Chiron said, slightly impressed. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. It's getting late, you can start orientation at dawn. I'm sure Casper and his friends can show you to your sleeping quarters, if that's okay?" He asked, eyeing Fletch.
"Um, yeah. That sounds good."
"I trust you're alright with sleeping at the Big House again, Dean?"
Dean's face went red, obviously not wanting to seem like he didn't belong to a cabin."Y-yes, sir." He muttered, staring at the ground as if the grass was giving him orders.
All of us began heading down the hill. Lily walked over to Dean, whispering something to him and giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Dean looked up at her with tired eyes, but you could see a hint of appreciation in his eyes. Chiron trotted in front of us, a few feet away.
"So, Cas, when were you going to tell me you're gay? Same time you were planning on telling me you had goat feet?" Quintyn asked jokingly.

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To Build or Not to Build (CLOSED) Aug 6, 2013 22:52:56 GMT -5

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Casper and I trailed behind the others as we walked down the hill. Quintyn was standing behind Luke and Lily, who were filling her in on a few things, like information on the Hermes Cabin, where she'd be staying.
"You know this is my job, Fletch," Casper said, playing with his long stripped sleeves.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said. I knew how this whole Satyr thing worked, but the thought of Casper spending so much time, getting close to other people, maybe becoming their best friend, made my chest burn with jealousy.
"... She's never called me Cassy before," he continued.
"How did she know?" I asked skeptically.
"Stab in the dark, I guess. She knows how to push peoples buttons," Casper explained.
"I guess," I said. We walked in silence for a bit, my eyes trailed to Dean, who was walking in front of Casper and I and behind Luke, Lily and Quintyn. He had his head tilted, as if he was staring at the three in front of him. I quickened my pace, Cas did the same. I started to walk beside him, sure enough, his light brown eyes, covered by a messy curtain of dark brown hair, stared in front of him. His mouth was open slightly. I followed his gaze to Quintyn.
"Down boy," I muttered.
"Huh- Wha?" He asked as if he'd been broken from a trance.
"Jeez, a few more minutes and you would have been drooling," I said. Deans expression became sullen. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and didn't say anything more. The blush in his cheeks defeated his 'tortured-bad-boy' look. I grinned and looked at Casper from behind Dean with one eyebrow raised. He looked at me and winked before turning his attention to the front. From in front of us, Quintyn turned to look at us.
"God- er- 'Gods' I guess... You guys are slow," she said. Casper and I quickened our pace, Dean hesitated, almost nervously, and quickened his pace. I started to walk beside Luke, Cas walked beside me, and Dean took his spot beside Lily. Quintyn turned her head to him, she must have done something like wink because Deans blush got harder before he looked away. Quintyn smirked and looked at Casper and I.
"Hey, sorry to get you so worked up earlier," she said, although I knew she had enjoyed it. She held out her hand and gave an innocent looking smile. I could already tell she was way too good at that. "No hard feelings?" She asked.
I looked at her hand, then met her steely light grey eyes. I took her hand and shook it. "I promise I won't come onto your boyfriend anymore," she said. I rolled my eyes eyes and grinned. "...Much," she continued.
"oookayyy..." said Luke, walking up between us once more. "That's enough you two. We're here." I hadn't noticed it, but we had walked all the way to the Hermes Cabin in what seemed to be a short time.
"So, this is the Hermes cabin," Quintyn said.
"Yeah, as we said, you'll sleep here until your godly parent claims you... If they claim you," Lily offered.
"What do you mean if?" Asked Quintyn.
"Well, they don't always acknowledge their children," Lily said.
"Wouldn't say that's a bad thing," Luke muttered.
"What's up with you, mr. poutyface?" Quintyn asked.
"Daddy issues," I put in. Quintyn nodded slowly.
"So, this Hermes guy, he's the god of Travelers and thieves?" Quintyn asked.
"That's right, you learn quickly," Lily told her.
"I've been told," Quintyn said casually. Lily nodded and looked her up and down, like she was trying to judge who her godly parent was from her behavior and she was on the right track. Suddenly, the door opened to the Hermes cabin and out walked Finn.
"Do you ever sleep?" Luke asked in disbelief.
"It's kind of hard with you blokes flapping your lips right outside our door," Finn retorted. She panned her gaze along the line of us, and stopped when she saw Quintyn. Her eyebrows raised and she leaned on the pillar closest to her, crossing her legs and arms. "Who's the Sheila?" She asked in her smooth Australian accent with a smirk, not taking her lazy black eyes off of the new kid.
"Quintyn Avilov," Quintyn said.
"Avilov, eh?" Finn asked. "You Russian? German? Something along those lines?"
"Russian, yeah," Quintyn replied. Finn nodded slowly.
"Very nice," she said. "So, what brings you here?" Finn asked.
"She hasn't been claimed yet," I said.
"Oh yeah? Well, we do have some extra beds in here, of course if you get nervous on your first night I have no problem sharing my bed," Finn said with a wink. Quintyn smirked back at her.
"Thanks but no thanks, I'm a big girl, I can handle it," she replied in a sassy tone.
"suit yourself," Finn said, moving to open the door to the cabin. She held it with her foot and motioned towards the entrance like she were a showgirl with the suitcase full of money on a game show. "Ladies first," she said.
"Such a gentlewoman," Quintyn said as she walked up the steps and made her way through the door. Finn watched her as she did.
"Nighty night," she said with a smirk as she followed Quintyn in.

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"Watch out, Finn, your gay is showing." Lily joked once the door was closed.
You can't even get your sexualities straight! the voice of the empousa echoed through my head. I realized I had subconsciously changed my presumptions on Finn's sexuality. Before I had just thought she was straight, considering her boyfriend, but now it didn't seem like she minded chicks at all. I still could never guess Fletch's and Casper's, as they seemed to dodge the question every chance they get, and Roxy.... I never saw her with anyone that much, except Leo. I was still deep in thought until Dean spoke.
"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." He said in a unsure voice.
"Hey, you want us to stay over? Roxy's one of the head medics, we can probably be able to steal the infirmary beds." Lily offered.
"Hey, that's an awesome idea!" Fletch agreed.
"Damn straight it is."
I laughed at Lily's humored bluntness.
"Count me in." I added. "If that's okay with you, that is."
"Y-yeah totally. I'm good."
I looked at Fletch, who was looking worriedly at Casper. His eyes turned back to me.
"We need to tell him what's going on."
I nodded. There was so much to do this summer. We were so all over the place. If Charlie decided to attack now, we'd be goners.
Tired and weary, we trudged back up to the Big House. I opened up the familiar screen door to Chiron, his horse body in a wheelchair and his hands clutching to a newspaper that my dyslexic took some time to brain make out. Harpy Weekly. Chiron's eyes, however, had drifted off to stare at the wall, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. On the other side of the room sat Mr.D, sipping diet coke and casually throwing grapes into the mouth of the animated Leopard head mount on the wall. Neither of them lifted their head when we walked in. Casper looked a bit surprised.
"Who died?"
"SH." Fletch flung a hand to Casper's mouth. "Too soon."
I had to flinch, but I knew Casper didn't mean it. The thought still ached in my chest like spikes have been scattered all over inside my ribcage. I could feel Lily's hands find mine, and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Crap, I didn't think..." Casper seemed at a loss for words.
"Don't worry about it, man." I put my free hand on his freckled shoulder. Wow. I thought. his shoulder is really soft for a dude.
We made our way over to the infirmary side of the Big House, it was seperated with a divider and a couple of desks filled the area, with the back door leading outside, where the infirmary beds were. Roxy sat at one of the desk, a computer monitor faintly glowing against the twilight that poured in through the large window. The screen showed the back of a hooded man in a white cloak, who I instantly recognized as Ezio from assassin's creed 2 and I realized Roxy was gripping a controller in her hands. I didn't even know the old, boxy infirmary computers were able to play such a high quality game, but the screen showed no signs of lag. A cutscene appeared, and a lady with short choppy black hair underneath a green beanie.
"Damn, Rosa." Roxy muttered. "You can enter my animus- OH hey, um, guys." Roxy stuttered as she realized she had an audience.
Lily giggled, and Roxy's face turned red.
"Um, wha-what can I do for you." She stuttered.
"We're gonna have a sleep ooooooveeerrrr." Fletch said in his most flamboyant voice.
Roxy raised an eyebrow. "All of you?"
"Yup. We need beds. Like, sick people beds."
Roxy sighed. "Alright, alright." Roxy took out her lanyard of keys from her pocket and put one of them in the back door's keyhole. With a click, she opened up the door and a rush of cool air blew into us. I would've sensed the breeze before it came in, and become aware of all direction and current it came from, but that feeling wasn't there, and I felt a strange emptiness inside of me. Maybe I should just bunk with Dean in his cabin when it's done. At least I won't be alone. We piled outside each dibs-ing a bed of our own. Mosquito netting covered the porch area. A half moon glistened in the sky and the stars shone through the smog as we rolled our beds together like a true sleepover. We were all exhausted, but there was a lot to talk about and explain to Casper. I shifted my weight uncomfortably as I wondered if I should take advantage of this time and tell everyone of my loss of power.

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We all sat on the beds in a circle, everyone's eyes seemed glazed over from fatigue. Casper's reflected a storm of curiosity and confusion.
"So... Um..." He started, taking his dark blue beanie off to show a small sprout of horns poking through curly golden hair. He twisted the hat around awkwardly looking at everyone around him.
"You've missed out on a lot," Luke said.
"Figured as much," Casper agreed.
"Y'know, I probably could have given you updates if we had an empathy link," I hinted. Casper rolled his forest green eyes and nudged me with his elbow.
"So what exactly did I miss out on?" Casper asked. The five of us were quiet for a minute, as if trying to decide where to begin.
"Do you know why we went on the quest?" I asked.
"I was sent out the minute you left, I have no clue," Casper said.
"Basically, there's this kid, Charlie-" I started.
"Charlie Zimmerman?" Casper asked with wide eyes.
"That would be him," I answered.
"I thought he left a long time ago," Casper asked, looking Luke's way.
"He did, but he's back with a vengeance now," Luke answered.
"The first attack was on Luke, when he was attacked by a tree that had trapped it's nymph inside," Roxy said. A look of worry dawned on Casper's freckled face.
"Is she okay?" He asked urgently. No one made eye contact with him. Dean looked at all of us, I felt bad he had no idea what was going on.
"Fletch?" Casper prompted. I took a deep breath and looked up at him.
"She... Uh.. Well... She's a little off her rocker," I said.
"What about her tree?" He asked.
"We had to destroy the trees... It was the only way we knew how to get them out so early on. We didn't know what was happening," I stumbled over my words, trying to force something reassuring out of me. Luke looked away and glared at the ground. I could tell he was blaming himself. Lily picked up on it too, although she hadn't been there. She put a reassuring hand on Luke's shoulder and he seemed to relax at her touch.
"What happened then?" Casper asked.
"Campers went missing," Roxy explained.
"Who?" Asked Casper. Lily put her free hand up.
"Justin, Liam and I," she said.
"You're all back now though... Right?" Casper said, looking at Lily. He read the grim look on Lily's face, and his face fell even more, I didn't think that was possible.
"Who... Died?" He asked, more serious this time.
"Justin," Luke croaked. "Couldn't save him." Casper looked like he was about to cry. I put an arm around him. I didn't want to tell him the rest, but he had to know what was happening to his friends.
"They've set up borders in the forest to keep Charlie out," I said carefully.
"That's good," Casper said.
"No... I mean... Mr D is keeping the Satyrs and Nymphs in there. All of the crazy ones, and all of the healthy ones," I continued. Casper looked horrified now.
"He's going to let his son take his Satyrs?" Casper asked
"We're working on a better solution, but Mr D won't hear it. It's like he wants them all in there," Roxy said. I wondered what Mr D would do with Casper now that he was back. I didn't want him to be thrown in with the other Satyrs and Nymphs. Casper was looking at Luke.
"Where's Leo?" He asked.
"In there. I can talk to him through my empathy link," Luke answered. Luke tilted his head to the side as if he were listening to something. He straightened his head and looked at Casper. "He says welcome back."
"Thanks," Casper said. "So he's healthy then?"
"For now," Luke said with a nod.
"What's going to happen to you?" I asked, looking at Casper.
"Dunno," he said, he paused to think. "He might have me doing all of the jobs the satyrs usually do around camp." He finally replied.
"He's going to make one Satyr do ALL of that?" I asked in disbelief. Casper shook his head.
"Hope not," he replied. "But it's better than being thrown in there." We were all silent for what seemed to be a really long time. We could have decided to sleep, but none of us seemed to want to.
"Well, now you're caught up," Lily said with a smile. "Welcome back." Casper nodded his thanks. He then looked around before resting his gaze on Dean.
"New camper?" Casper asked with a friendly smile.
"Sort of," he replied.
"What do you mean sort of?" Casper asked.
"He's not a demigod," I said. Casper looked confused.
"He's got clear sight," Roxy filled in. Casper's mouth fell open.
"You can see through the mist," he said in awe. "I've never met someone like you so young, usually only the mortal parent of a demigod can see through the mist,"
"Uh, thanks?" Dean asked, sounding confused as to if it was a compliment. It got me thinking about how Dean had acted around Quintyn when the subject had come up.
"Hey, what's eating you?" I asked looking at Dean. He seemed surprised at the question.
"Huh?" He asked.
"I mean, you seem kind of bummed out about the whole thing," I clarified.
"Well, yeah. You all have these awesome god like powers you got from your parents. Something special about you, all I ever got from my parents was shit." Luke flinched, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.
"Are you... Okay, Luke?" I asked. Luke shook his head slightly.
"I... Have something to tell you guys," he spoke cautiously, as if he thought we would all attack him.

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I knitted my dark eyebrows together, trying to stitch words together into badly sewn sentences that wrapped around my mind like an itchy sweater.
"I-I... um.... there's... that is..." Words spewed out of my mouth but no sentences came.
These are my close friends. Why can't I tell them something so simple? I thought in my head amongst my itchy sweatery thoughts. WHAT happened? another voice called out in my head that didn't sound like my own. For a second I thought I was finally going insane, but then I realized it was Leo's own voice. My brain must've been in such a mess trying to communicate the idea of me telling my friends I lost my powers, that I must've accidentally transferred that same concept into Leo's mind. I don't know what to do anymore. I tried to tell him. Just wait up. I heard him reply back. It was no wonder he wanted to be here to get this sorted out. I looked up from the depths of my thoughts to find the eyes of my friends staring at me like I just grew goat legs. I realized I probably have been standing in silence for a good long while now.
"Nevermind. It's nothing." I finally let out, not that I convinced anyone.
Everyone's eyes stayed on me, but I kept quiet. Something had begun to nag on the back of my head to keep to myself for just a little longer, although I couldn't tell if it was my own fears or Leo's thoughts.
"Are you sure, Luke?" Lily asked, her stormy gray eyes were clouded with worry. "You can tell us anything."
"The whole quest has just made me... exhausted."
Great excuse, bro.
"How's the whole hulk-Luke keeping up?" Finn asked.
I had to think for a moment.
"Actually... not too bad. Not since... the end of the quest, have I been feeling the Hulk rage. Again, I've just been exhausted since."
"Maybe Charlie called it quits."
"Maybe."
"Woah, what happened?" Casper pouted, obviously not liking being in the dark of almost everything.
"We ran into some crazy anger spirit that caused Luke to have random uncontrollable fits of anger that usually resulted in his Zeus powers being maxed out and.... people getting hurt." Finn had been casually explaining until she got to the last sentence, her eyes warily darting to me.
I just groaned and put my head between my knees. I was so tired of being the bad guy. The guilt that has been eating me away hasn't waned and avoiding the subject getting to my head just caused so much energy drainage. All I wanted was for this to be a dream. That I would wake up and find out that none of my friends got kidnapped, and all the satyrs were free to go where they please, and that Justin was alive and happy.
"So. What happens next?" Roxy piped up, trying to change the subject.
"We talk to Morgan." I lifted my head up from my legs, happy for the change. "She's been leading the forest patrols, she probably knows more about this than all of us."
Everyone else nodded.
"What are we trying to accomplish, then? With the satyrs?" Dean asked.
"Hopefully a better argument against Mr.D." I offered.
"Or just take matters into our own hands." Finn spoke out, laying down on the infirmary beds and putting her hands behind her head. "If I can't hang in the forest, I have no idea where to go. Not just that, I don't want to go anywhere."
She seemed almost angry about it, as if Mr.D was taking away something that was hers.
"No way are we gonna sit back while those other nymphs and satyrs are being kidnapped by Charlie." Fletch agreed.
"Speaking of Charlie, what are we going to do with him now? We know that he's got the three fates, how are we supposed to compete against that?" Roxy asked.
I looked over at Lily, whose face contorted into a frown.
"I think I remember something about Charlie, actually.... his pinecone staff.... I think that's his main source of power, or at least that's how he stores it and passes it through to others. I-I don’t remember that well, but it acts as a sort of wand…" She shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of a bad memory. " He dips it in honey and placed the tip of the cone on our foreheads. That’s when all my thoughts started becoming warped, as if from a different perspective of my mind that I’ve never tapped into before. I had no self control, I just began thinking a certain way and I convinced myself it was right. I just believed it.” Lily gasped out, a pale look on her face.
“You know,” Finn began. “I heard the thyrsus is supposed to be phallic and resemble a-”
Roxy elbowed her in the ribs, an annoyed look on her face.
“Ahem, sorry.”
Lily chuckled to herself, although she had a hollow look to her face, as if she was desperately trying to hold on for a humorous side to her experience.
"But I was the last one to get caught. You should try talking to Liam, if Charlie ever openly planned kidnapping us, then he would have been the most likely person to overhear it."
"So then it's settled." I concluded with a yawn, throwing the cool infirmary bed sheets over me and snuggling tight to the soft pillow. "We have a demigod meeting without the big kids, a.k.a Mr.D and Chiron, and get some info and do some stuff."
"Are we gonna see that blonde girl again?" Dean shyly whispered to Casper.
He shrugged. "Prolly, we super tight." Casper noticed the weird look Fletch gave him and added. "And... you know... we have to show her around camp."
"What's you guys's deal anyways?" Fletch asked. "How did she earn the honorary 'besties with a cute satyr' position?"
While the two adorable gay couple continued to press on about the topic of Quintyn, I could feel my eyelids getting heavier, and I slowly closed them, listening to the voices of my friends beating faintly against my ear. I could feel a hand slowly stroke the shag of hair that regularly curtains my eyes away. I cracked my eyes open to see Lily looking down at me softly.
"Don't blame yourself for any of this, airhead."
I let myself smile as I closed my eyes one last time and slowly drift off.
Of course, images of Justin's scared face stood out against the darkness of my eyelids. The words 'Please don't hurt me' replayed on and on as they tied around my neck like a noose and I never had a chance to choke out 'never'. I heard thunder and a white flash of lightning as rain poured down on me in dime-sized droplets that hit against my body like everything I've ever done wrong in my life. Justin's face turned into the face of a pretty brunette woman that I've only ever seen in old pictures just last year.
"Mom?" I called out.
"Please don't hurt me."
Another flash of lightning and she was gone.
The scenery changed. I was in a forest filled with large oak trees. I peered out to my left to notice a lake peeking out amongst the low-hanging branches. I pushed past them, ignoring the scrapes and cuts on my way past as the view opened up to a beautiful, large blue lake and I realized I was back in Colorado, at Mount Nysa. To my far right, trees began rustling at the edge of the forest, and a huge crowd of people emerged from the undergrowth. I immediately spotted Charlie, his hair long and curly, with the beginning stubble of a beard starting to poke out from his wide, pale jaw. His fist clung to his Thyrsus as if his life depended on it, and the pinecone seemed to almost be glowing a bit. In his other hand he held an ice pack that he pressed against his head. He staggered across the clearing, using his staff as a cane to push himself forward. The crowd consisted of nymphs and satyrs, that were running around trying really hard to be serious about Charlie's health and giving him glasses of water, but they were all wearing flower crowns or lamp shades as hats. Among the creatures stood out Silenus, who shooed the occasional nymph or satyr that got too close. Vines began sprouting from the ground to form a bush-like shape, and Charlie slumped down onto it like a bean bag, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, letting out a shaky breath.
"Are you alright, my lord?" Silenus asked.
"Si, I am." Charlie replied oh so casually as if he always speaks in spanglish. "The surge of power is just a lot to take in. Get me some mountain dew and some tylenol and I'll be fine."
Silenus bowed and began jogging over in my direction, his potbelly swaying in left and right. He took notice of me and pushed right past me, his eyes glassed over in a 'no one's home' look. I would know, it's the same look I make when I do my chores. That's not a good sign, he must've brainwashed everyone of at Mount Nysa too. I looked on at Silenus trotting away, wondering if there's a vending machine in the woods, or he's going to take Charlie's Mountain Dew to a literal sense. I turned back to the lake to see what else was going on but I ended up face to face with a grinning Charlie. His steely blue eyes looked cold and creepy and his smile was crooked. I stepped back in surprise, but Charlie stared on.
"You think you still have a chance after all the havoc that you've managed to cause, son of Zeus?" Charlie looked like he was cracking up, a laugh escaping his lips. "Admit it, I'm always one step ahead of you. Or at least a dozen." Charlie laughed again, his eyes wide, his pupils shrinking.
"Who are you talking to, Mr.Zimmerman?" A young nymph, who couldn't be older than 12, cautiously walked up from behind Charlie. She didn't seem to see me.
Charlie's head whipped around, his smile enlarging.
"Do you know what this thyrsus represents, little nymph?" He asked, not answering her initial question, while lifting the staff up.
"Dionysus's power?" She replied, uncertain.
A man's privates? I thought.
"It's to destroy those who oppose us, and the freedom we represent." Charlie answered, his shrunken pupils drifting to my direction.
He laughed once more, this time the eerie chuckles resonated against my ears as I shut my eyes tight to get rid of the sinister feeling that ran shivers down my spine. When I opened them again, everything disappeared, and all I could see was darkness.

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I slept the hardest I ever had that night. I didn't think I could ever be as tired as I was. At first my dreams were foggy and unimportant. About halfway through a dream about a giant burrito dancing the hula, there was a bright flash, which strangely didn't wake me. I was surrounded by white light, which I guess was better than being surrounded by darkness like previous dreams I had. As my eyes adjusted, I found myself in what looked like a hospital room. The walls were colourless and boring looking, with no windows. People- kids walked around in white pajamas that looked like nightgowns. Off to the corner of the room was a set up with an old TV playing old Bugs Bunny cartoons surrounded by a couch, chair and table that held colouring books and an array of broken crayons. There were four kids sitting around the TV. Two were fixated on Bugs Bunny outsmarting Elmer Fudd. Their gazes seemed foggy and glassed over, as if they weren't actually there. Another child sat on the chair and rocked back and forth, muttering things to himself and playing with his fingers. The fourth sat on the floor colouring in My Little Pony pictures in her colouring book. She coloured them all red, and out of the lines. Hey, man, I don't judge. An artist deserves her freedom of expression. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't just any childrens hospital, it was a psychiatric hospital for children with mental disabilities. There were doctors looking over some children, making sure they were behaving. I looked around, and one particular 'patient' caught my eye. He was exactly the person I didn't want to see. Charlie Zimmerman. He was engaging in conversation with a sandy haired boy with light blue eyes. As the boy talked, his face seemed to contort into many different facial expressions. Charlie grinned down on him with a look of pure glee. He was feeding off of this kids insanity, taking him for granted. The kid couldn't be older than 14. Charlie left the kid to find a new victim. He made his way over to a girl black, unkept hair down to his shoulders. It parted and flicked in random places, it looked as if she made no effort with it. She had her head down, until he a addressed her. She glared up at him with big dark brown eyes. Like the eyes of a baby cow or deer. They were different than the others, behind them seemed to be more than a sick brain. She was intelligent, I could tell that. Why was she there in that case? I couldn't hear what Charlie had said, but he bent down to hold her chin between his thumb and index finger 'charmingly', she jerked her head away, a curtain of her black hair covered her pale face and Charlie let out a laugh. He strolled away and over his shoulder he yelled: "You're never gonna get out of here, Schiz!" Her face darkened and she replaced it back into her hands. She lifted it slightly and tilted it, as if she was listening to someone. She answered a question, but no one was around her. She then seemed to realize what she had done and gave herself a stern look. I walked closer to her, she didn't notice me, no one did. No one except Charlie, who watched me with a grin.
"Isn't it great?" He asked, holding out his hands.
"Leave them alone, Charlie. They're sick," I said with a glare shot his way before I knelt down to look at the girls face once more. She was pretty. She had delicate looking features, if you touched her you might almost worry you'd break her. She looked to be about my age. Maybe a year younger. I stood back up to look at Charlie.
"That's the point," he said with a chuckle. And with that, the dream faded. I wanted to keep sleeping, I wanted to hold on and make Charlie leave the children alone, but I found myself right where I had fallen asleep. I was laying on the bed I had pushed out. The sun poured onto us, I was sweaty and sticky. I looked to my side. Casper was clutching my white sleeve, chewing it in my sleep. I grinned. 'You're such a goat' I thought to myself. Around my no one was up, except Luke, who was sitting up, with his knees pulled up to his chest, staring at his feet.
"Morning," I grumbled. Luke jolted from his thoughts and looked at me.
"Oh, hey dude," he greeted. "Have a good sleep?"
"Feels like it," I said. "Had a dream."
"So did I," he replied.
"Anything important?" I asked.
"Yeah, actually,"
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"I'll let everyone know when we talk to Morgan later," he said. I nodded. "What about you? Anything important?"
"Well... It started out with a hula dancing burrito and then turned into something pretty important," I said. Luke lifted an eyebrow.
"I'll let everyone know when we talk to Morgan," I winked. He grinned and nodded. I put the arm that Casper wasn't chewing the sleeve of behind my head to prop it up. I thought about Luke seemed to have a lot on his mind since the quest. I wanted to ask him about it, and as much as I resisted, my ADHD took over and finally, I couldn't handle it anymore.
"So... This thing you wanted to tell us last night," I started. He looked up. "You sounded pretty shaken up about it."
"Yeah well it's kind of big for me," he said. I smirked.
"What, you gay or something?" I asked jokingly. He looked at me with a skeptical look, then nodded to Casper, who was still cuddled up to me, chewing my sleeve.
"Are you?" He said with a smile.
"Touche," I replied.
"You know it doesn't matter if you are," he said. I looked at him for a long time.
"To be honest, I've never thought about it," I replied. "I figure it, as you say, doesn't matter."
Luke didn't look completely convinced, but I guess he decided to leave it alone.
"And you know, whatever it is you're going through, it doesn't matter to us either. You're still Luke, the coolest demigod I've ever met," I said. He shot me a thankful smile. Slowly everyone started to wake up. First Roxy, then Finn, and so on. Finally Casper woke and realized what he was doing.
"Oh, crap, sorry Fletch," he said, his freckled cheeks turning bright red as everyone looked at him with a grin.
Roxy giggled. "You're adorable,"
"I've heard," he said, as he attempted to shrug the fallen part of his sweater back on his shoulder, but it fell once again almost as soon as he did it. He looked at it and blew a strand of gold hair out of his face in annoyance.
"Alright, who's ready for breakfast?" Luke asked. He looked at Dean, who was yawning. "You can eat at my table." He offered.
"Oh, thanks," Dean replied after his yawn. We all made our way out of The Big House, and over to eat breakfast.

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YES. I thought as my friends and I went over to the dining hall. Finally, a table buddy.
Large crowds formed around the dining hall in clumps, to a certain clearing in the middle of the dining hall. Clean plates were stacked up high on a table and demigods were playing their own game of jenga to get a plate. No satyrs or nymphs, I thought. No one to give us our plates.
A particularly grumpy looking Mr.D speed walked over to us.
"Oh gods," I muttered under my breath. "That's not good."
Mr.D made his way in front of Casper, ignoring the rest of us.
"Look, Jasper,"
"Um, it's Casper, sir."
“Yeah, that’s what I said, Jeepers.” Mr.D shifted his eyes over to us as if we were planning a food fight and he was just waiting to catch us. “Look, if you don’t want to be thrown into that forest with the other nymphs and satyrs, you’ve got to pick up the slack. No more hanging out with your boyfriend and his friends, you have to stay here and keep up with the work we need you for.”
Casper looked hurt, his eyes red and watery. Although that might just be from Mr.D’s permanent alcohol breathe. Mr.D then turned to Dean, pointing a pudgy finger at him.
“You too, Dean Rodgers, if you’re going to stay with us, then you’re going to have to prove you have what it takes. You two, come with me when you’re done eating.”
All I could think of was wow, he got Dean’s name right.
“Um, sir, my cabin still needs to be finished.”
Mr.D raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, and the Hephaestus kids will take care of that.”
“I-oh, um I guess…”
“Don’t be late.”
With that, Mr.D walked back over to his table where Chiron was sitting, err, standing. His dark eyes clouded in thought. Sometimes I really just wanted to know what he is thinking about.
I turned to Fletch, who looked incredibly pissed. His pupils were shrunken and his hands were balled up in fists.
“C’mon, Cassy.” He muttered under his breath and grabbed Casper’s arm, stomping off to the Apollo table.
Roxy exchanged glances with us . “We’ll meet up at the Demeter cabin during free time?”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you then.” Roxy followed the heart broken lovers to the Apollo table.
“Wow, there’s so much going on right now.” Lily said, her eyes staring out at the rows of tables, gathering her thoughts in those dark gray eyes. She looked and Finn, Dean and I with a concerned look.
“Let’s just hope we can fix all of this by the end of the summer.” Finn muttered, her eyes downcast. “But you know, while we fix that, I’m gonna go give the new girl some pointers.” She said, in a change of mood.
Finn made her way to the overcrowded Hermes table to sit next to Quintyn, who looked happy to see her.
Lily laughed. “Looks like someone made a friend.” She looked back at me. “See you in archery? Athena and Zeus have the same first period.”
“Dean, Fletch and I have to show Quintyn around first period.”
Lily looked a bit peeved off; like that time I accidentally tripped over her PS3’s power cord and lost her save data for Skyrim.
“Alright, I guess I’ll see you at free time.” Lily made her way over to the Athena table.
I let out a deep sigh.
“Nice going there, Casanova.” Dean commented, patting my back, not so sympathetically.
“Hey, I saw the way you made eyes at the new girl, I can totally embarrass the crap out of you if you keep that up, intern.” I sneered.
Dean rolled his eyes nonchalantly, but I could tell his face was turning red as we took a plate and I led him to the Zeus table. I usually piled my plate high with all the food my brain could possibly imagine, but, like most of us, I was too stressed out about everything happening around me to have a good appetite. I tried to make myself a gourmet meal but all that appeared on my plate were two skinny looking chicken wings. I stared at my cup until it was filled to the brim with root beer.
"At least you'll never disappoint me, root beer." I gurgled into the drink, splashing it off the rim and onto the table.
Dean gave me a look and stared at his own empty plate. Nothing appeared. Dean let out a frustrated sigh and began hitting the side of the plate against the table.
"C'mon, stupid plate."
I laughed at him as I took a bite out of my wings. Honey garlic and root beer are my favourite combinations of flavors.
"I'm really craving a smoke right about now." Dean muttered.
All of a sudden a giant pile of ash and cigarettes came tumbling down the side of the plate. Heads turned towards us at the sound of the tobacco hitting the table. I couldn't help but burst out laughing even more as a red-faced Dean began shoving the tobacco into his pockets in a flurry of panic. I sat on top of the table to the left of the mess, obstructing Mr.D's and Chiron's view from their table. Chiron's eyes narrowed and he arched his back to try and see better, but he gave up looking after awhile and just shrugged it off.
"Well, theres your cigs." I patted him on his shoulder as he finished cleaning up the last few piles of ash.
Even under his embarrassment, Dean managed to smile.

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I arranged the fruit on the side of my plate next to my pancakes in the shape of a demented looking Mr D, and started mashing at them with my fork. Casper and Roxy gave each other a look, then brought their attention back to me.
"Who does he think he is?" I asked in a frustrated tone.
"... The camp director?" Roxy answered.
"A god?" Casper put in.
"Some God, he can't even drink wine," I muttered. Casper took a weary look over his shoulder to check if Mr D might be somehow listening.
"Fletch, it's fine," he said when he had concluded Mr D was too into attempting to make his morning milk wine. "I can do what he wants for as long as it takes to get the rest of the Nymphs and Satyrs out of the forest."
"He doesn't have to be such a dick," I said. Roxy gave me a sympathetic look. I leaned forward and put my head on the table, narrowly missing my syrupy pancakes. The three of us were silent for a while, listening to the quiet lull of exhausted campers talking among themselves. I lifted my head up and rested it on my hand. I picked up some mashed fruit from my plate and shoved it in my mouth. I looked around the tables and spotted Dean and Luke. Luke was giving Dean a smug look, while Dean stared at his plate with the most concentrated face I'd ever seen him use. I felt sympathy for him. When I had first come to camp, I had the same problem. The possibilities for food was endless, and I wasn't able to decide on just one. It had taken me the majority of breakfast to figure out what I wanted. Casper was looking the same way I was, with a large grin on his face. He looked at me with an amused expression. I cracked a smile, how could I not? We spent the rest of the breakfast talking about the new girl Quintyn. I was taking her around camp with Dean and Luke after breakfast, and I wanted to know what to expect. When it was time for period one to start, Roxy and I took our plate over to the fire and offered a helping to Apollo. I had saved him half my pancake and some strawberries.
"I should go meet Mr. D with Dean now," Casper said.
"Alright," I said, trying to make myself sound less protective. Casper pulled me into a hug, letting me know it would be okay without saying anything. He made his way over to Dean, who had a piece of French toast hanging from his mouth. I guess he had finally figured out how to get his food, but hadn't had time to finish.
"Bye, Rox, I'll see you later," I said with a wave over my shoulder as I made my way over to Luke. She smiled and waved goodbye as she walked out the door.
"So, how was breakfast, lover boy?" Asked Luke as I walked up to him. I grinned.
"tasty as usual," I replied.
"Dean's gonna meet us later, after Mr D is done talking to him," Luke said.
"Sounds good." We watched as Quintyn made her way over to us. She wore a camp T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the bottom tucked into black ripped jeans she had worn last night. I guess she hadn't had time to pack for being here. The one side of her head that wasn't shaved draped wavy blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Hey, guys," she said in her Brooklyn accent.
"Ready to get to know the camp?" Luke asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied. I looked over her shoulder to see Mr D talking to Casper and Dean. Deans head was turned to Quintyn, Mr D snapped his fingers in annoyance in front of Deans face, bringing a flushed Dean back to reality. Casper looked forward at the God, playing with the long sleeves of his sweater nervously. Quintyn followed my gaze.
"Who is that guy? I saw him yelling at Cas and that other kid, Dean, before," She asked.
"That's Mr D, or, Dionysus. He's the camp director," I replied.
"I thought that horse dude Chiron was," Quintyn said, sounding confused.
"They both are, Chiron is camp activities director, Mr D is here because he has an eternity of punishment. He's moody because he also can't drink wine," I said.
"Why would that make him moody? Theres plenty of other alcohol out there, Vodka, Beer, Rum..." Quintyn started to list them off.
"What are you some kind of alcoholic?" I asked.
"Dude, I've told you, I'm Russian," she said with a shrug.
"mmm," Luke muttered in agreement. We looked over at him, he had a goofy smile on his face and rocked back and forth. Quintyn raised an eyebrow at him, then looked at me questioningly.
"Don't worry about him, he's a weirdo," I said.
"hey!" Luke said, looking at me with an expression of joking hurt as he clutched his hands over his heart.
"Anyway, Dionysus is the god of wine, therefor, not being able to drink or make wine makes him a winy baby," I concluded.
"Right, duly noted," Quintyn said.
"Alright are we ready to go?" Luke asked pointing to the door over his shoulder with his thumb.
"I'm supposed to be following you guys," Quintyn said.
"Alright, come on then," he said, taking the lead. I walked beside him on one side, and Quintyn walked on the other. We exited the dining hall to see Campers going about their business, trying to get to their first period activity.
"I guess first we'll show you the cabins, seeing as you've only been in one," Luke said as he continued to walk straight. It didn't take us long before we were walking through the U shaped formation of the cabins.
"Every cabin belongs to a god," Luke explained. "You're sorted into your cabin depending on who your godly parent is, for instance, I belong to Cabin one, because I'm the son of... Zeus," Luke said, with a hesitation to utter the name of his father.
"From what I was told, your godly parent needs to claim you, right?"
"Who told you that?" I asked.
"Casper did while we were driving here," she answered.
"well yeah, that's correct," Luke said. "This is Cabin 2," Luke motioned to Hera's cabin. "Nobody is from that cabin, because Hera is the goddess of family, and it would be kind of hypocritical of her to cheat on Zeus," he explained.
"So since you're a Zeus child, Hera is kind of like your step mom," Quintyn said. Luke nodded in an unenthusiastic way.
"Yep, got a lot of family up there," he said, sounding like he wanted to move on from the subject. I wondered why lately, Luke had been even more resentful to Zeus. I had known he didn't like his father, but now it was like whenever he came up, it reminded him of something he didn't want to be reminded of. We walked farther down the formation. "This is Cabin 3, Poseidon's cabin. Not many kids are from here, seeing as he's one of the big three and they made an oath not to have kids anymore," Luke explained.
"The big three are Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, right?" Quintyn said.
"Yeah that's right," I said.
"You're pretty smart," Luke said.
"Yeah, well, I've been told I'm somewhat of an evil genius," she replied.
"I wouldn't doubt that," I said.
"Moving on," Luke said as he pointed to Cabin 4, " Cabin 4, Demeter, goddess of plants and crops," We moved on, naming all of the cabins and the god they belonged to. 5, Ares, 6, Athena, 7, Apollo, 8, Artemis, 9, Hephaestus 10, Aphrodite 11, Hermes and 12, Dionysus.
"Why doesn't Hades have a cabin?" Quintyn asked. "He's one of the big three..."
"He's not one of the most loved gods out there," I answered.
"He's kind of butt hurt he doesn't have one," Luke said. "Doesn't matter though, because he doesn't have any kids."
"True enough," Quintyn said. Before we could move on, Luke and I heard our names being called out behind us. The three of us turned to see Dean running up to us to catch up.
"Hey guys," he said as he arrived. "What did I miss?"
"We were just showing Quintyn the cabins," I said. Dean looked kind of thankful he hadn't had to talk about the cabins in front of Quintyn. He didn't know anything about them either.
"Glad you could join us," said Quintyn with a sweet smirk. Dean leaned on a shorter Luke, using him as an arm rest.
"Wouldn't miss it," he said. Luke looked at me and rolled his eyes, he stepped out from under Dean, causing him to lose his balance and ungracefully catch it before he fell.
"Alright where to next?" Luke asked.
"Arena," I said. This time I lead the way, walking straight until we reached the arena, where the Hermes kids were having a battle lesson. For once, Finn was actually attending, but when she saw us her eyes lit up at the sight of an excuse not to do any learning. She tripped up her partner and pinned him to the ground with a couple swift moves before running up to us. She took off her helmet, leaving her blonde shoulder length hair looking like she had just gotten out of bed.
"Hey, hows it going?" She asked.
"Just giving the tour," Luke replied.
"Impressive moves," Quintyn said, looking past Finn at the guy she had just pinned who was getting up and looking her way in a state of confusion and grudging respect.
"Oh, you like that?" Finn asked with a smirk. "More where that came from,"
"I still don't understand how you can do that, yet barely ever go to your activities," Luke said.
"I'm a quick learner, Airhead," she said with a casual shrug.
""Right well we should move on," I said. "This is the arena, where you practice swordplay and battle training. If you're a natural like Finn, it wont take you long to get the hang of using weapons."
"If you ever need a tutor, give me a call," Finn said with a grin. She put her helmet back on her head and walked back to her partner. We walked away from the arena, Luke taking the lead once more, as we walked over to the Armory.

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We made our way to the Armoury. The Hepheastus cabin leader usually lead the session, but instead, to my great displeasure, the Ares cabin leader had to fill in the role.
"Let's go over this way." I steered the group away from Gary's line of sight, but it was too late.
"Hey, Johnson!" He called.
damnit.
"Oooooh hey, Gary!" I said through gritted teeth, turning my head slowly to meet his brown eyes. "Nice weather we're having, eh? Did you know I actually have a legitimate last name now? You can stop saying Johnson, isn't that great?"
He sneered in my direction, enjoying my annoyance, as he helped out a young Aphrodite girl take a sword 3 times bigger than her out from the furnace.
"Whose this guy?" Quintyn asked, not impressed.
"The name's Gary Cooper." He dropped the weapon, and the girl holding it got pulled down to the ground, where she toppled over. Ignoring the commotion as her cabin mates stood up to help, Gary walked over to Fletch, Dean, Quintyn and I.
"What are you doing hanging around with these losers?"
Quintyn narrowed her light gray eyes. "Don't you have a class you're supposed to be teaching?"
Gary laughed. "What? The Aphrodite kids? They're a lost cause." He pointed over to the mass of girls that were trying to lift the heavy sword off from their sister without getting their hands dirty. The rest were looking at us and whispering to each other's ears, getting ready to make up some gossip that they'll headline to the rest of the camp.
"With a teacher like you, I'm not surprised." Quintyn retorted.
"Hey, you want me to dip that pretty blonde hair of yours in the toilet?"
"I'd like to see you try."
"Woah, woah, guuys." Dean tried to intercept between the two conflicting campers.
"And who are you?"
"Um. Dean."
"Where'd you pick up this malnutritioned scamp?" Gary asked, turning towards Fletch and I.
"Hey, he's totally nutritioned!" Fletch retaliated.
Quintyn pet Fletch's shoulder. "Maybe you should leave the comebacks to me."
To my surprise, Gary's sharp glare had softened, and a more genuine smile appeared on his scarred pale lips.
"I'm just looking for a fight, that time of the month I guess." Gary shrugged off.
"That time of the month?" I asked in disbelief. "More like, that time of the lifetime!"
"That's just cause you tick me off especially, Johnson."
"Why thank you, Gare bear."
"If you call me that again I swear I'm going to mount your head on my spear and hang it up outside my cabin as a warning for anyone who ever exposes insane amounts of stupidity in front of me ever again." His eyes darted at my fellow stupidity-protege, Fletch, on that last sentence. "Now, let's get these newbies geared up."
"M-me too?" Dean asked nervously, obviously not trusting Gary's new laid-back attitude.
"Why the hell not? Although it looks like you might not be able to pick any weapon up with those chicken arms of yours, you can still look around."
"Um, thanks."
We formed a group with Gary leading, followed by Fletch, Quintyn, and Dean. I took up the rear. I could see Quintyn fall back to where Dean was.
"Hey, don't let that asshole talk shit about you." She whispered over to him, glancing at me as I pretended not to pay attention to the conversation.
"Uh-okay." Dean stuttered out. "I guess I'll try."
Quintyn gave him a bitch that aint good enough look, but she left him alone.
"Gary's just Gary anyways," I pointed out to Dean. "He's all bark no bite. Well... a bit of bite."
Dean didn't look reassured.
"I mean, he doesn't mean anything he says, and being an asshole back will convert you into his best friend, so I mean, fight back at your own risk."
We made our way to the storage shed of weapons. Leaned up against the outside were racks and racks of newly made weapons. Gary shoved a large fist into his camo pants pocket and produced a key, in which he fumbled into the rusty old lock and with a big pull the lock budged out, and he opened the creaky door.
Turning the bright lights on, we went inside. More racks were hung up with all sorts of armour and weapons. Stuff from bullet-proof vests to rapiers to slingshots poked out from shelves. Greek fire grenades were held in a glass case on the wall that read in convenient English on the bottom and greek on the top: IN CASE OF EMERGENCIES. I was concerned anyone would entrust Gary with the shed.
"Pick your poison."
I looked over to see Quintyn ogling at the large display of guns and the knife collection table.
"...Let's just try a simple greek bronze sword." Gary decided when he saw Quintyn's indecisive face. "It's the most popular and easiest to use for greek kids. Except those stupid Apollo guys that want to hide behind us and shoot their little arrows."
"Hey! My arrows are not stupid." Fletch crossed his arms in a pout.
After trying out a few sizes, Gary gave her a good arms-length sword, that Quintyn could balance on her hands without it being too awkward. He handed her the sheath and showed her how to strap it on her waist without being too annoying or creepy.
"What do you want, skinny man?" Gary said in his best Heavy Weapons Guy impersonation.
Dean was too busy staring at the flamethrower mounted high on the wall to answer.
"Oh, no no no no. You have that crazy look in your eye. I know that look. I get that look all the time. I know you're gonna burn this camp to the ground with that thing."
"What about those sweet looking knives? They look like they would suit you, Dean." Quintyn pointed out at the rows of bronze daggers, hunting knives and switch blades laid across the table.
"I-I um." Dean's face became red with the mere mention of his name.
Quintyn blinked. "Sorry, just had a weird hunch, I barely know you, probably don't know much about what you want."
"N-no. That's actually a really good idea." Dean looked reluctantly at Gary, who nodded.
Dean's hands hovered over the assortment of sharp objects until he came across a black switchblade, next to the celestial bronze swiss army multipurpose knife. I could see his pupils dilated as he gripped the handle, pressing the button that swung the sharp bronze knife out of it's compartment.
"Now get out of here before I suspect you of going around and stabbing the campers." Gary dismissed us.
"Hey thanks, man." I said as we began heading over to the stables.
"No problem, losers." Gary went back to sneer-mode as he began laughing as one of the aphrodite boy's hair accidentally caught fire while using the furnace.

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I had to steer Dean away from the Armory, as he watched the Aphrodite boy run around with his hair caught on fire.
"Is... He okay?" Quintyn asked in a concerned voice.
"What? Dean? Yeah, he's fine," I said.
"I, uh, meant Human Torch over there," she said, pointing at the kid who's head had just been extinguished by one of his sisters, with the help of Gary, who seemed slightly disappointed he could no longer watch an Aphrodite child fry.
"Oh, probably," I said. I figured Aphrodite would take pity on her child and maybe grow him a new head of magic hair over night.
"So, where are we going now?" Quintyn asked.
"The stables," Luke said. "Prepare to smell like a horses butt for the rest of the day."
"Fan-frickin'-tastic," Quintyn said, sounding less enthusiastic now. We made it to the stables, and I could tell neither Dean or Quintyn expected what waited there to greet them. I had almost forgotten that outside of camp half blood, normal stables didn't house Pegasi. Both of their eyes went wide as they looked around. There weren't as many Pegasi in the stable, as the Demeter Cabin was having their morning riding lesson outside. There were two left. A white stallion, and chocolate brown mare.
"Wow..." Quintyn breathed, holding out her hand for the white Pegasus, who sniffed it curiously. He snorted when he realized there weren't any treats there. She smirked and pet his pink nose with a smile. Dean stared at her, the corners of his mouth tugging in a small, one sided grin. Luke and I exchanged a grin.
"Take a picture Dean," Luke muttered. Dean snapped out of his daze and looked around at him.
"What?"
"It'll last longer," Luke said, nodding towards Quintyn and the Pegasus. She was looking at it with one eyebrow raised, and a smirk on her face. That couldn't be good.
"I'm gonna ride him," she muttered.
"What was that?" I asked. Before I could say another word, Quintyn had the door to the horses stable unlatched, and was guiding him out to the open entrance of the stable doors.
"What are you doing?" Luke asked, his eyes wide.
"I told you," Quintyn said as she grabbed onto the Stallions white mane and pulled herself up onto its back, positioning herself almost expertly in front of the wings. "I'm going to ride him." The three of us stood there for a moment. This girl had only gotten here the night before. She had been chased by a Chimera, and recently learned that every Greek myth she had ever heard had been real, yet she was about to highjack a Pegasus for a joyride. Awesome. I was really starting to warm up to this chick. She gave us a grin over her shoulder as she spurred the Stallion with the heel of her black boots. The Pegasus reared up on its hind legs and spread its wings, obviously happy to have a reason to get out of the stable.
"Wait for me!" Luke exclaimed, he jumped in the air excitedly, but seemed surprised when gravity took hold of him, and he fell on his ass. "Shit." he muttered, his face red. Quintyn looked back with an expression of confusion and worry, but the Pegasus was ready to fly. It beat it's wings and just before lift off, Luke got up, grabbed the horses tail, which it really did not like, and pulled himself up behind Quintyn. The two of them flew off, leaving Dean and I down in the stinky stables. I looked back at the brown Mare sitting alone in her stable. The poor thing looked so Lonely.
"Come on, Dean," I said, grabbing his wrist and running over to her stall.
"Wait, what?" Dean said, a hint of alarm in his voice. I unlatched the door, and the Mare burst out with a happy whinny. She trotted to the entrance of the stable and waited for us. I pulled Dean along with me and hoisted myself up onto her back. Dean did the same, but looked like he was gonna be sick.
"You ever ridden one of these?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, tons of times!" I assured him.
"... Are you any good at it?" He said.
"Not at all!" I replied. Before he could say anything or get off, I gave the mare a nudge with the heel of my hiking boots and she started at a run excitedly. She took off, at a fast pace to catch up with the white Stallion Luke and Quintyn were riding. She pulled up beside him.
"Look who it is!" I yelled at them. They looked over at us with large smiles on their faces. Dean clutched onto me for dear life. Luke seemed to notice.
"How come Fletch gets all the boys?" He asked. Quintyn looked over her shoulder at Dean and grinned widely. I could tell by the way Dean straightened up and loosened his grip, his face was probably red with embarrassment.
"Are you saying you don't want some of this, Morning Wood?" I asked.
"I'd be all over you if 'all of that' included some boobs, Haiku Face," Luke said, in what had to be the most serious tone I'd ever heard him use. With that, the four of us rode over the Strawberry Fields.
"That's where you'll be working, Dean," I said. Dean looked over at them.
"Kind of empty, aren't they?" He asked.
"You'll probably have some Satyr co workers when they get out of the forest," Luke said.
"Casper will probably help you out when he isn't busy with all of the other stuff Mr D is going to have him doing," I put in.
"Couple questions," Quintyn said.
"Shoot," Luke replied.
"Why are there random strawberry fields in the middle of the camp?" She started.
"Because that's how the camp brings in money. We sell them," Luke answered.
"Okay... And why is Dean 'working' there if he's a camper?" She asked. "Shouldn't he be with his cabin?" I felt Dean stiffen behind me. Why he didn't want Quintyn to know he was human, I didn't understand. Luke and I looked at each other, Luke looked at Dean, who hung his head in defeat.
"I'm not exactly a camper," he said finally.
"What do you mean?" She asked in a confused tone.
"I'm completely human. No godly parent. But both of my parents have the dick like personality of a god," he said. The blue sky above rumbled in the sky.
"Watch what you say, bro, they're always listening," Luke said. I looked behind me, Dean looked like he had accidentally just hurt a puppy.
"So, if you're not a demigod, how are you here?" She asked.
"He can see through what we call the mist, the stuff that hides all of the demigod secrets of the world from the eyes of mortals. Usually they can't see through it, but Dean can. Most of our mortal parents could. Like your dad. If your mom told him she was a goddess, he could probably see through the mist.
"You're saying he knew Casper was a gay satyr and didn't tell me?"
"Well... He might have known he was a Satyr?" I said. She cursed in Russian, which Luke seemed to like, from the look on his easily impressed face.
"That butt," she said with a smirk.
"So... You don't care I'm not a demigod then?" Dean asked.
"Do you care if I am one?" Quintyn retorted.
"No..." Dean answered.
"Then we have no beef," Quintyn said with a smile and a shrug. "Don't worry about it." Dean was silent, but I could tell he was at ease. We flew over the river, and reached the big house, where Chiron and Mr D sat and played Pinochle. I hoped they wouldn't notice three demigods and a pyromaniac teenager riding a couple stolen Pegusi.

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"Have you ever ridden a horse before or are you just a child of Poseidon?"
I called out from behind Quintyn, clutching the sides of the horse, panicked, when I had realized I was slipping off. I'd never been afraid of heights before, just the thought of being up in the air gave me safety, as if I could fly away from all my problems and laze around with the clouds in the sky, which i tried some days, even if it was only for a minute before I grew tired and exhausted from the aerokinesis. Now I was terrified. The once familiar blue sky seemed stranger to me, like a lost friend turned enemy, or McDonalds fries that have gone cold. I tried to keep my cool, balancing on the rear of the horse, but without the horse's neck to grip to in front of me, I felt like I could slip out whenever. I finally lost it and violently wrapped my arms around Quintyn for support. I feel her muscles stiffen at the unknown Luke interactions.
"Dude, what's your deal? Is me being Russian distracting you?"
My face went red, but I only tightened my grip around her.
"Sorry, um. The horse can get unstable near it's ass."
"Isn't your dad the god of flying and stuff?"
"Actually, it's technically just the sky..."
"Hey, what happened to Lily?" Fletch called out as he spotted us, a devilish grin on his face.
"Pfft you know... I'm just... reasurring her... with my presence... pegasi can be pretty overwhelming to a new camper..."
"Piss off." Quintyn elbowed me, waving her arm around, freeing herself from my grip.
"NO NO NO I'M SORRY I'LL BE GOOD." I freaked out as I grabbed her head in safety.
"SHIT." Quintyn pulled back, holding onto the pegasus who decided to interpret that as wanting to do backflips. We began going upside down, I frantically grasped for Quintyn's arms as gravity lifted me down from the pegasus, my legs dangling in the air while Quintyn held on to the horse for her life. And mine too. Luckily we were only there for what seemed like a split second, as the horse continued its flip until we were parallel to the ground again. I tumbled out of my spot behind Quintyn, sliding past the pegasus's hindquarters. I reached desperately for it's back hoof but ended up getting kicked in the face from an alarmed Pegasus. I clutched my bleeding nose as I tumbled down.
Welp, thanks, dad. I thought.
All of a sudden something yanked my sweater hood hard, and I swung up choking against the sudden force on my neck from having my hood yanked. I looked up to see Fletch struggling against G-force until it was too much and I slipped out of his hands. I was about to yell but I hit ground almost as fast as I had continued my fall.
"Di Immortales!" Was all I could groan out as the air was knocked out of me. I felt paralyzed. My vision was shaky, and my whole body buzzed as if I was still floating. Sharp pain rushed to my head and elbows and I stared at the clouds as if I was searching for something. For what? I don't know? Maybe I was asking the clouds something. Maybe I was asking Zeus why?
Hey, at least I get to go to Roxy's. I thought as my bloody lips managed to contort itself into a smirk.I could hear voices in the distant and a WHALLOP as a blurry Pegasus landed next to me.
“Jeez, are you alright?” I heard a voice with a heavy Brooklyn accent call out.
I tried to laugh, but a sharp pain hit my ribs as soon as I tried. “Peachy.”
Another whallop.
“Luke!” a familiar voice called. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”
“Mmm, good idea.”
I felt Fletch’s hands reach under my shoulder blades.
“Can you stand up?”
“Dude I can't feel my entire body."
I heard chatter coming from Quintyn and Fletch. A third voice spoke, and I guessed it was Dean’s.
"I don't think we should move him."
"He's right, we need someone to come to him." Quintyn agreed.
"Alright I'll go get Roxy, I know where the Apollo Cabin are having their activities first. Wanna come, Quintyn?"
"Sure."
"Stay with the broken man." I heard Fletch tell Dean.
I heard rummaging and the wing beat of a pegasus, and I guessed they flew off to find Roxy.
"How's it holding up?" Dean awkwardly crouched in front of me.
"Mmmmm swell."
"Do you know what happened?" He asked.
I took a deep sigh. My head pounded and I was not in the mood for this. "I-I don't know. I guess I've been kind of reluctant to use my powers since..." I started getting choked up, it wasn't even fake. I could feel the tears begin watering in my eyes, further rendering my ability to see.
I would've stopped trying to use my powers if I could. I really would have. "I didn't have enough time to react I guess." And I started to believe myself.
"It's alright, man. Just rest. You'll be fine." Dean said, his voice cracking, an unsure tone to his voice.
I felt myself drift off, and soon enough, I opened my eyes to have my favourite medic, poking and prodding me.

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