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[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Silence overcame the man, but in many ways he was still a boy. His previous thoughts brought back a wave of trouble over his minds. The sun always seemed to help him, but Apollo couldn't bring a bright idea today.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Maxwell cast a sideways look him. "I don't think we introduced ourselves. I'm Maxwell."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Adrian, son of Hebe." He replied, ever since coming to camp he had grown a liking to belong to someone. So he always introduced himself with his cabin.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Pleasure." Unlike Adrian, Maxwell hadn't mentioned his parent, mainly out of habit. If someone wanted to know who his parent was, they'd ask.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"All mine." The procedure was so common, Adrian barely had to think about the words before they came out. Still troubled by his problems, he glanced at the camper. Couldn't hurt to ask, would it?

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Maxwell cocked his head slightly. "All right?" he asked.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Well, at the moment- Yeah." He answered, "But I'm worried about the future. In a few years, I'm leaving. Hopefully with my girlfriend." It was odd for him to call Sappho that, because he loved her so much it almost sounded ridiculous to use such a widely generalized word. She was so original to him, it almost was shameful using that word. "How am I going to support her? I barely have any education, the only productive thing that might come in handy is my fighting. I like to draw, too, but how will that help?" He explained, frowning and realized how much he just unloaded onto this almost- stranger.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Sell your art," Maxwell replied simply. "It works. You just have to know where to go to sell it. Some communities value artistic expression." He glanced over at Adrian. He'd sold some of his art before. He made a good sum of money in the past.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Think about it. Every teenager out there is doing something amazing. Half of it is art. I'll never stand a chance." Adrian sighed, racking a hand through his hair. "Sorry to be a pessimist." He added.

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Got to go))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((D: Bais))
Maxwell shrugged. "No need to apollogize. And besides, you'll never know until you try."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

"Yeah, but I couldn't rely on that. I barely know anything, so I guess I'm in for labor. That is if there is any." Adrian mused negatively, mostly to himself.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Maxwell shrugged. "Whatever you want," he said, "I'm only saying what I know. Oh, labor is a terrible option."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Adrian eyed him. "Are you being sarcastic?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"No. I'm being realistic."

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

He shrugged in reply. "I don't mind labor. Just it wouldn't pay well."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Exactly." Maxwell turned hia gaze up to the sky. "Try out the art possibility."

[Annie]

Callisto sat amongst the tall grasses, her head barely skimming the top. Normally, there would have been flowers blooming around the daughter of Persephone, and the girl would have been glowing in the sunlight.

But today, it was cloudy. And on top of that, the sickened girl wasn't at her best. A few meek dandelions tried to sprout around her, but they couldn't make it past a little sprout.

Her dull, hazel eyes were fit on her sullen face, a worrisome expression inside of them.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Damien weaved his dancer's body through the amber waves of grass, grabbing one piece and shoving it inbetween two rows of glistening teeth.

He noticed how poor the weather was, but he refused to.let this ruin his mood. He had dared himself to have one day of nothing but happiness. Nothing coukd ruin his dare.

As he danced around, he noruced a smaller figure nearly hidden by the tall grasses. For a moment,.he inly knew the face,.then it clicksd. The girl who wanted him to be her half-brother.


Callisto. "Hey, Callisto!" Zhe cslledout withna cheerful wave.

[Annie]

She heard his voice, and recognized it immediately. Damien. A small ghostly smile crossed her lips, and she glanced over her shoulder.

"Hi, Damien," she murmured in a raspy voice, coughing it to clear it.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Did she ever leave camp?))

[Annie]

((ya. Over the year.))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

((Ok.))

Damien slid down beside her. "Hey, I missed you over the year! How're you?" Somwthing then caught his eye. Well, it was actually the lack.of something. Usually Callisto was surrounded by exotic flowers with all.kinds of colors surrounded her. Today, it was only a coupledead dandelions. He raised an eyebrow questioningly to the wilted flower by his foot.

[Annie]

She avoided his gaze. He didn't have to know. For all Damien knew, she was in a bad mood and her hair was pulled up into her hat.

Though explaining away the very obvious bruises was hard...

"I'm... Fine," she decided, laying a gentle hand on one of the dead dandelions. It perked for a moment, but then Callisto seemed to run out of breath- or something- and it went back down.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

He frowned. "Do you not feel well? I hear that there might be a flu going around. And holy Hades, what happened to you?" He poimted to a few variius large, purple splotches on her arms.

[Annie]

A shrug. "I'm fine," she repeated, still not meeting his gaze.

Callisto glanced down at the bruises, merely more pain to her now. She hardly noticed them anymore. "Um..."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Looks like you took a pretry bad fall. You should be more careful on your feet." Damien grinned, chewing on the dried grass like a cowboy. He would never make the assumption that cancer had taken Callisto as its next victim, it just wasn't possible.
Except that it was.

"So why so down, Callisto?"

[Annie]

Callisto let out a sigh of relief. He had just answered his own question, better than she could have. She bit down on her bottom lip, dried with blood from deep gashes during her fits, and shrugged.

"Ehh..."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Sensing her hesitation, Damien shrugged, running a hand through dark brown curls. "Nevsrmjnd, I can tell your not into chatting today."

[Annie]

"It's not that, its just..."

What was it? Callisto didn't need to burden another person with her own pain. Her hazel eyes flashed to Damien's for a moment, before glancing down at her bruised hands.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Just what?" He persiatedl eyebrows knitting together. Something was.obvioysly on her mind, and it was something big. Worry for hia friend flashed through his aquamarine colored eyea.

[Annie]

"It's.... A long story."

Yeah. That was it. Callisto looked down at the dying flowers, and coughed gently.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"How long, exactly? I have battleskills pracrice,.but that's not 'till after dinner." He rememvered that he had dropped his maice on a stump earlier,.and remindednhimself to get it later.

[Annie]

Callisto met his gaze. "Well, I can sum it up in a word..."

She sighed. She didn't want to, but she would. She had to. "Leukemia. Till October."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

A small gasp escaped his lips, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh,.Callisto, I'm so sorry! When did this happen?"

[Annie]

"It kinda... Just turned on in December."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

He tsked, shaking his brown curls in shock. He couldn't believe that Callisto, whom had so much spirit, could be cursed with such a cruel fate.

"Have you asked permission to speak with Apollo?"

[Annie]

She shrugged. "His kids have tried everything. Edwin's gonna try and... Work a deal out with his dad, though."

Callisto shuddered in the thought. Half a year with Hades? Could she do that?

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"But their only half Apollo, and he's all. He can heal anything."

"Hades? Ugh. What kind of deal?" Damien made a faxe, obviously feeling the same way towards king if the Underworld as Callisto did.

[Annie]

"Um... You know my mom?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Yeah, of course, Persephone. I was so close to being your aibling, remeber?" He offered a smile,.a.smile which didn't meet his eyes. Pity for Callisto was.already setrling in.

[Annie]

A small snort. "Yeah. Oh-so-close."

Her small smile disappeared, though. "Well... Yeah."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Yeah, what?" He asked, not putting teo and teo together.

[Annie]

She sighed. Did she have to spell it out for him?

"He's gonna try and make a deal with his dad for me to... Be like that."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

Damien frowned, pu ksrimg out his lips, andrubbing them together. She had to be his wife?


Then he got it.

"You have to soend half a year with him?" He.demanded,.appauked.

[Annie]

A nod. "Yeah..."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)]

"Oh, Callisto. Yiu poor thinf!"

[Annie]

She shrugged, pursing her unusually pale lips. "It's fine. Better than dying, I guess."

What a lie. Half a year for eternity with Hades was any Persephone child's worst nightmare. And yet this girl shrugged it off.

Maybe because she knew it was the only option.

[₪Daughter of the Rain and Snow₪]

Loia kicked off her shoes to feel the soft grass between her toes. It was cool and waxy.

[Matthew]

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