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[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Ooookay. :)

[[deleted user]]

Name: Sylvain
Recipient: Jaidon
Date: January 19th
Address: Jaidon's house
Entry:
Hi, Jaidon. How is it in Michigan? I bet you're having a lot of fun with your siblings. My day is boring. Too many books to read for my taste. Boring. I have to finish them before school starts. Plus I did not bring them to camp to read, so he still have about a thousand books to read.

I bet your dad isn't making you read that much. Sigh. It's boring here. I still haven't been mugged yet. Getting mugged seems better to me than reading a mountain of books all day. Well, here is my price to pay for not reading them at camp.

Well, I'll see you soon. Bye,

Sylvain

(Warning: She is going to keep writing even though is no response.)

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Hey Syl,
It's great. Yeah, I am. Except I have to do all the really big chores, like help my dad move furniture, rake the leaves, etc. Ew, books. :P

No he isn't, but he is making me do a lot of the chores. Well don't wear anything valuable! Who in their right mind would read at camp? I mean, give yourself some credit.

Bye,
J.

[Jo]

Name: Arthur Williams
Recipient: Andromeda ((Last Name?))
Date: Murf
Address: Molland
Entry:
Dear Andy,
I’ve been in Anna Frank’s house in New York, so I’m not that far away from camp. I just wanted to say hi, I’m bored and I’m going to school from the first time since I was...nine? Whatever. I hope I won’t get bored to death. I have taught myself ever since but who cares.
I know this letter’s short, but I need to go.

Arthur.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

((Molland))

[Jo]

((Thanks))

[[deleted user]]

Name: Sylvain
Recipient: Jaidon
Entry:
Hi, Jai. I can call you Jai, right? I bet you have a lot of chores. I suppose since your siblings are not quite old enough a lot of chores, that gives you more. I have chores too. They aren't the best. My dad works almost all day. Of course, that leaves with some handfulls of chores. On occasions, he will do some chores also.

Ha! No one wants my things. Unless I start wearing a lot of jewelry anyway. Besides everyone will think I'm a book worm because of all these books I am bringing with me everywhere. I swear there must be a trail of books everywhere I go.

Everyone has better things to do than read at camp. Now I am between books, chores, and violin. Somehow violin is more like homework. I can't stand an hour practicing, let alone in a few years when I have to practice a few hours each day. Bye,

Syl

[[deleted user]]

Name: Leeanne
Recipient: Dylan
Date: June 1st
Address: Demeter cabin
Entry:
Hey, Dylan. How are you? Are you up for hanging out? I know I'm too much. I bet you've seen enough of me for a whole life time. Well, I feel bad if you think something similar to that. I will see you around.

If you are up to it, I am up for anything pretty much. See ya,

Lee

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Name: Devon
Recipient: Aureline
Date: A few days after I left, a few days after you almost commited suicide
Address: Montana
Entry:
Whipping winds,
I love you.
I always have.
I'm not Apollo.
I'm no Muse.
But I know how to break a barrier for bad.
But not for good.
I know how to love.
I know how to hurt.
I always will love you.
And if you respect that, don't feel bad. Because we could never have what you and.
Dante.
Have.


I'm hurt, I admit.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

.......:(

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Hehehhh... I <3 how he doesn't signature it.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

I love how he wrote a poem.

Him.

Poem.

Aureline= *skeptical of it not being him because he no write poem*

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Lol

Devon= Well I'm not exactly the way I was a few days ago...

Heheh I love how he still puts bitter irony in his tone even though he's like a heartbrokenpuppy.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Aureline: *goes off to be suicidal again*

*cough* Well I hope Dante saves her after she reads that notebook. xD

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Devon: Sh*t. Stupid impulsive little brat.


XD He loves her, though he can't stop his foul language.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

'Tis sad. She won't ever forget him.

[Usako]

Name: Phoebe
Recipient: Caliban
Date: A couple of days after their meeting
Address: Pistis Cabin
Entry:
Thank you for the boombox. Last night, I was able to find a radio station that still airs the old radio programs like The Shadow. It kept my siblings entertained. This form of entertainment enchants me because it forces us to imagine the scene much as how my siblings and I imagine our designs.

I'm nearly done with your masculine jewelry piece; I hope it meets your approval since I kept getting distracted thinking about you it's different from what I usually make.

Would you like to go on a date go to a dance to the lake and fish? I could see if the mess hall cooks would loan us pans and some herbs. We could cook a fish lake-side with some veggies.

Thank you again for coming by my cabin. McKenna likes you BUUUUUUUT said she'd break your hand with a hammer if you hurt me.

[Usako]

Name: Deon
Recipient: Airlia
Date: One Morning
Address: Eros Cabin
Entry:

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

~ Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

The sunrise pales in comparison to watching you rise from slumber. Thought you needed a reminder that despite our normal routines have lessened our adventures, the love I feel for you hasn't dwindled. I nearly didn't send you this. As I wrote, I couldn't help but think how cheesy it was to send a sonnet to a daughter of Eros. Countless of other guys probably recited these by memory. The breadth of my ability doesn't get passed a haiku.

An arrow pierced me
my heart chased these desires
I captured the minx

[~Auggie]

Whimsicality wrote: "I love how he wrote a poem.

Him.

Poem.

Aureline= *skeptical of it not being him because he no write poem*"

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Name: Caliban Everett Millais
Recipient: Phoebe Hayden
Date: Later that day
Address: The Hephaestus cabin
Entry:

Dear Fée Phoebe,

You found that radio station? I love the old-timer programs, they’re incredible. Wish they still did things like that instead of pounding the same music over and over again. I remember The Shadow, my dad and I spent Halloween night inside fattening up on candy corn and listening to back-to-back episodes. I can quote from that (“Who knows what evil lurks inside the hearts of men?”) and often do… haha. Have you listened to The Whistler? I think it’s the spin-off to it, it scared the bejeebers out of me when I was smaller and my dad was listening to it.

There we go again, I’m talking too much on paper. OK. Back on subject. We hope.

That sounds incredible, it really does. I have a spare set of fishing equipment, and we can use gummy worms to bait. I never liked baiting with real worms. Leave the kitchen things to me; one of the dryads has a soft spot for me and lets me fish and cook it later. The lake has pike, trout, char, pickerel... I’ll bring lemonade as well, we can make it a pic

I’m looking ridiculously forward to seeing my present, though I can’t help but feel abashed for letting you ‘repay’ me—honestly, it was just an old boombox, though I am happy that it makes you happy… er, let’s pretend that sounded more coherent than it really was— I have complete trust in you that it will be so lovely that I will never take it off. Ever. And it will be the Curse Of Caliban (that does have a nice ring to it).

I’m going to send this before I get too embarrassed from reading it over I have to go to archery lessons. Wish me luck, I’ll need it.

Love,

Caliban

P.S: Tell McKenna not to worry. I would probably hurt myI would probably hurt myself worse if I hurt you.

[Usako]

Name: Phoebe
Recipient: McKenna
Date: Immediately AFTER receiving the latter
Entry:

McKenna!

Where are you? I got a letter from Caliban and stuck in in that secret drawer we designed by our beds. Does he REALLY like me? He signed it LOVE. Or is he being impossibly nice? Hope you return soon. I couldn't find you in the forge and I'd like to squee over this LOUDLY!

~Phoebe

[Usako]

Name: Phoebe
Recipient: Caliban
Date: Later that day...
Entry:

Dear Caliban,

Are you trying to be Johnny Depp? Curse of Caliban! That's rather cute and funny. If you aren't careful, I might have McKenna sneak into your cabin and we'll dreadlock your hair and add hair cuffs and beads and...maybe a gold tooth.

Good luck with archery! I try to shurk attending to brush up on my knife skills. See you tonight by the river.

~ Phoebe

[Moon]

Name: McKenna Finley
Recipient: Phoebe Hayden
Date: About one minute after reading Phoebe's letter to her
Address: 'Festus cabin
Entry:

Phoebe!

I'm sorry that you couldn't find me. I was at the lava wall, trying to beat my old personal best, which I did beat.

Okay, I guess it's time for...
Uncoding What Guys Really Mean: a novel still in progress and soon to be published by McKenna Finley.(Just kidding. I'm no Aphrodite who knows relationship stuff that well.)

I think that he really likes you, Pheebs. I can see by the way that he treats you, and how he responds to you. Plus, he has these certain expressions that he likes you. Overall, I, McKenna Finley, say yes. I'll see you soon at our cabin to discuss this urgent matter.

~McKenna

[[deleted user]]

Name: Narcyz

Recipient: Xeena

Date: After awkward meeting

Address: Cabin one

Entry:

Hello there!
I’m thinking of ignoring that awkwardness that we had on Wednesday, and continuing on with our lives, whatever the Fates have planned for us.
I’ll meet you at the Battle Arena at three ‘o’clock on Friday.

Narcyz

P.S. Dress heavy.

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

Name: Xeena

Recipient: Narcyz

Date: moments after reading first letter

Address: Hypnos cabin

Entry:

I am so relieved to hear you say that, you have no idea! I was scared you'd ignore me from now on...


Sure, I'd love to. Get ready, because I have a new sword.


Sincerely,
Xeena

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Name: Airlia Colomba
Recipient: Deon Weaver
Date: The next day
Address: Zeus Cabin
Entry:

Neruda's poetry is nothing compared to the song my heart sings when you are near. When you look at me, when you touch me. Everything of yours is a burning caress, everything inflames me so that I cannot think of anything else but you. And this is not a sudden love. It's an ever-growing, ever-burning flame. It can never-- will never be anything else. The only thing that fire can do is grow.

You never captured me. I leaped into your arms-- who could not?

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead.

I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.

-- Georgia Douglas Johnson

P.S.: And as for that... mishap?

Damn you, Deon. I wish your intentions weren't so godsdamned honorable. But I can say-- and this is in the most truthful way-- that it was the best night of my life. May the glory of that day never grow dim or cease to be.

[Usako]

Name: Deon Weaver
Recipient: Airlia Colomba
Date: The next day
Address: Eros Cabin
Entry:

If I wasn't honorable, I'd be worse than the guys who chased and drooled after you. Not that I don't mind doing either now and again.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Name: Airlia
Recipient: Deon
Date: Same day as received
Address: Zeus Cabin
Entry:

You could never be worse. I'll humour you yet.

I need to see you. Only the purest of encounters, I assure you. My word as a daughter of Eros.

--A

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Name: Caliban
Recipient: Phoebe
Date: Once received
Entry:

Oh no, Phoebe, you've caught on to my worst and most unbearable impersonation yet-- a pirate! Especially that we'll be by a large body of water... Oh no. I take full responsibility for what you'll have to endure this afternoon.

The dreadlocks and gold tooth would only make it better... though what a surprise it would be when I'm brushing my teeth the next morning.

-- Caliban

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

Lol it'd be funny if a camper took the mail and responded to all the non-responded letters pranks! XD

[., Goddess of Bacon]

^ OMG! Great idea, Kitty! xD

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

:D Yay I had an idea *does happy dance*

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

Name: Joseph Bradely Goldberg
Recipient: Michelle
Date: Um... Help?!
Address: Michelle's bunk.
Entry:

My dearest Michelle,

Please meet me by the lake. There's something I want to show you.
Love,
Joe

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

This is in the future. This is written by Isobel. Don't flip out in the comments.

Name: Avery Fovós
Recipient: Drake Hamilton
Date: Three years after Avery joined the Hunters
Address:
Entry:
Drake, I know that you will probably open this, recognize the handwriting and throw it away without reading it. Which is why I am not going to waste much time on this letter, only to give you the details. I have accepted the fact that this is not going to be painful for you, and I am alright with that. I just feel the need to leave with a bang, so I am going to tell you something you have never heard before in your life.
I loved you, Drake. Not in the way you think; that would be creepy, even I agree on that. In the way that siblings should. No matter how often I said otherwise, it was true. I was at the camp for ten years, Drake. Each day, whenever I would go somewhere, I had to pass the other cabins. And you know what I would see? Brothers, sisters and siblings getting along. Working together. Being friendly. How siblings should be.
And then I would go home and see our family. How we all hated each other, how we were all at each other's necks… it was hell, Drake.  And do you know how little of that was actually you? I know I acted like I hated you. I know I made you feel like it was all your fault. And even though you don't care, I want you to know that it wasn't.
I remember the day you came to Camp clearly. You walked into our cabin, banging through the doors as if it were already your home. You came, the little boy with a whip and a shark's grin.  Don't be proud of that, as I know you will be. It is absolutely nothing to be proud of.  Do you know how many children you have hurt? How many people have felt the burn of that whip? All of the kids who have been terrorized by you?
Shall I just name a few? Cassidy, for one? Do you remember her? The girl who asked you to burn her? Yes, poor thing. The only reason she did that was because of the poor boy you strangled. I do not know the history between them, but I know that it drove her to endless means.
The boy himself, Edwin, I believe? Why did you strangle him? Do you know all of the people whose lives were ruined because of his coma? Because of what you did? Nadia, the daughter of Poseidon, the boy's girlfriend… she was delusional. Insane. Crazed, because of what you did. Emma, his sister? She stopped eating. If he didn't wake up when he did, she would have been dead.
And imagine all of his siblings! All of the children of Hades, imagine how they felt with one of their own disabled in the infirmary. Just imagine, for a minute. And then the poor, poor little girl. The Poseidon girl. Maren, was it? What did she ever do to you? What could a little girl have done to deserve the blood that came with that whip? And you didn't just stop there. Every time she told someone about it, you whipped her.
You know how little kids are. They're so gullible, it makes it impossible for them to lie. Why would you do that to her?
If you have even read this far, I want you to put away your arrogance and you're psychopath self for a minute, and I want you to look at this again. Think about it.
How would you feel if you were the one getting whipped? How would you feel if you were the one living constantly in fear?
How do you feel right now, being the one feared?
I feel sorry for you, Drake. I wish you could have lived a different life; I wish you could have been normal.
I'm sorry for you, Drake. I apologize for not being the real mother you needed. I apologize, even though you should be the one apologizing. One more thing, to make you feel worse about yourself. Because of what all of you did- all of my brothers- I am killing myself. I will be gone tomorrow, all thanks to you and your brothers. Just stop and think for a few minutes, Drake. Please. As my last wish.


Your Sister,
Avery Aaliyah Fovós
Eternally 17
Daughter of Phobos
Hunter of Artemis

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

Name: Avery Aaliyah Fovós
Recipient: Bennett Park
Date:
Address: Hermes Cabin
Entry:

Dearest Bennett,
I feel the need to explain my actions to you before I am gone. I do not know why, and I know I should not be sending this, but I cannot resist. I need to explain to you why I have done what I did.

Three years ago, I joined the Hunters. I never explained to you why, and I feel that it is time you learned. It was, as always seemed to be the problem, my brothers. Do you remember Evander? It was his fault. He… well, frankly, he got angry because I would not tell him something. And when Evander gets angry, it isn't good.

He didn't necessarily do anything to me… except for call me a worthless, insignificant bitch. But that, on top of every other bit of hell that he put me through, is what made me leave. After I told you I joined, I went to the stables. You later found me there, unconscious and in a rather bad state. You, once again, never knew why.

I went to the stables, because the horses always calmed me. Drake was there, and I assume he was still angry about that Eros girl burning his whip.  We argued as we always did, and I was being thick-headed. I was a Huntress; I could not be harmed.
But of course, I could.

 I knew he got angry, and I knew that it was never good when he was angry, either, so I hid behind the horses. It was a game for a few moments, but then he called me afraid. I have spent my entire life at Camp trying to live up to my brothers' expectations. Every day was a challenge to make sure I passed all of their tests. So hearing Drake call me afraid was a challenge to me, a test. So I, feeling like I was on top of the world, stepped away from the safety of the horse. Before I could even move, he was on me with that damn dagger of his.

And after that, I do not remember much. Those first few months were pain filled times. But then we returned, just for one summer, two years after I left. I frankly don't remember why. And then I ran into you. And you were so… different. It shocked me, and I guess that is when reality first began to set in. This would happen to everyone else. Everyone would grow up, and I would stay the same.

We did not connect. It was uncomfortable, and we both knew that. Things had changed… we had changed. We were not as friendly as we had been before. It was… challenging. The Hunters and I left not too long after the uncomfortable encounter. After the realization you gave me, I stopped the cutting. At least… for a few months.

But then, just about half a year ago, my third year away from camp came. I should have been turning twenty, going out on my own, and preparing for the world… but no. I was still trapped in our world, living with the Hunters and ridding us of monsters.

It is summer now. You should be returning to camp, back to Pranvera and everyone else. At least, as long as you are still at camp.
By this time tomorrow, I should no longer be in this world. And I wanted everything to be clear for you before I left.
I do not know what happened. We were such good friends, and if I had not joined the Hunt I am nearly certain it would have been more. But whatever happened, it did. And there is nothing we can do to change that.

I cannot stand the fact that I will be alive for all of eternity, like this... this tortured, painful, fractured soul that I am. It does not make me happy; I am not content with my life.
So I am ending it.

After tonight, there will be nothing anyone can do. The Hunters are too far away for anyone to travel here, and you would not make it soon enough.
I cannot begin to think that you will ever forgive me for what I have done, but I can only hope.

This is goodbye, Bennett. You will never have to see me again, if you still hate me, and you will never have to worry about me hurting you or anyone.
I cannot find it in myself to close this letter, but I have to. This is the last letter I am writing. Another goes to Jen, and then a few for her to deliver to Evander, Drake, Devon and Jasmine. Wherever those four may be, I trust her to find them for me.

Before I say goodbye forever, before I am gone from this world, know Bennett… dear Gods, just know that I loved you. There. I said it. The heartless, soulless, evil Avery Aaliyah Fovós fell in love. I love you, still do, always will. I reveal this now, only because these are my last words. I cannot be punished for this, except for possibly in the Underworld. I cannot be disgraced by my sisters, and I cannot be mocked by my siblings.


Goodbye, Bennett. May you find happiness in your life, and may your life be better than mine ever was.

With love, for the last time,
Avery Aaliyah Fovós,
Forever 17,
Daughter of Phobos
 Hunter of Artemis

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

Name: Avery Aaliyah Fovós
Recipient: Evander Bell
Date: Some unspecified date in the future. I'll find out soon
Address: Wherever Evander may be.
Entry:

Evander,
Gods, it's been such a long time. Far too long of a time. I haven't seen you since… gods, was it really the day I left? Was that the last time I will see you? Well, that simply won't do. I don't want my legacy in your eyes to be a blubbering, crying girl running out of her cabin. I want you to see the pain and torture I've gone through, thanks to what you did.

So we shall start at the beginning, no? I can remember back to my first day at camp. I had run all the way from my beautiful home in Michigan. My parents had been murdered. And you want to know the truth? You always thought little Avery was a liar.
Well, she is.

I killed them, Evander. I killed my mother and my stepfather when I was only seven.
Only.  Seven.
The minute I was claimed and I came into your cabin, you seemed to hate me. Not many of the others had come yet, so it was mostly just you and I. The nine-year-old and the seven-year-old. The sad, demented children.

You made life hell for me, Evander. I was the kind of person who wanted to make her family proud, who wanted to be held in high esteem. But you made that oh so difficult. Every day you put me through tests, tests just to see how far you could push me.
How much I could stand.
Well, Evander, I lasted for ten years.

During those years, the rest of our siblings arrived. First Drake, the little boy carrying a whip and a shark's grin. I knew from the start he needed to be fixed, that he was as fractured as the rest of us. But did you let me do anything? No.
"Just let him work it out, Avery. You don't need to be the mom to every boy in this cabin." Years of that, Evander. Years.

Shortly after Drake, Devon arrived. He was normal. He didn't need fixing. Of my brothers, I feel he was the one I was closest to.
Then I had three brothers to deal with. Over the years, Drake and Devon seemed to turn into you. They tested me constantly for their approval. And I went with it, knowing one day, I would get my revenge.

But then Jennifer came. Gods, I feel awful when I think of her. She is the only regret I have about leaving, the only thing that could possibly have kept me there.
But Jennifer came too late. I had already dealt with years of your hell, and I couldn't stand much more.

The year arose in which I was to leave. I don't remember exactly how I befriended Jasmine; I think she nearly hit me in the head with an arrow while we were in the forest. But you were… well, Evander, you were yourself. You pushed and prodded and tormented until finally you got a taste of what you deserved. You attacked Jasmine, Evander. Maybe not physically, but mentally. With the fear we can all bring into this realm.

But it hurt you too, didn't it? There I was, all set out to hit you with a notebook. But no. You actually regretted what you did, the first sign of compassion. That was my first beacon that I might have hope; my first thought of staying.
But then you were back to yourself. I wasn't telling you the right information, and you didn't like it. I quote: "I don't need secrets from a worthless, insignificant bitch."

Really, Evander? You had to go there? That was it for me. After the years of pain, humiliation and breaking, I finally snapped. I ran out of the cabin, crying, and then I found the Lady Artemis. You know how my life has been since then; I'm sure of it. Broken, painful, hard. Do you know I haven't used my fear-magic once since I left?

Not once.
And it's hard. It's making me fade away; it's making me turn into a hollow shell of myself. But I won't give in to the temptation. Instead, I'm ridding myself of it completely. I wrote you this letter, Evander, in hopes to make you feel guilty. So that whenever people ask you, "What happened to Avery?" you can tell them, "I killed her.


Because, Evander, in the end, you did. The old Avery- the one who knew how to laugh, how to shake things off, how to just keep going with who she was- died the day you sent me crying from your cabin. And this Avery is nothing more than a hollow shell. When Devon slipped up for the first time and used his fear-magic, it was my fault. The same with Jennifer. When Drake whipped his first person, it was my fault. You blamed the oldest girl in the cabin, hoping for…

Hoping for what, Evander? That's all I wanted to know.
Well, I guess I'll never find out. I have just a scarce few letters left to write, and then I'll be off the earth. Away from our world filled with monsters and horrible creatures and Evanders.

Now it's your fault Evander. It's all your fault.
Jennifer should be delivering this to you. And I almost hope it makes you cry, if that's even possible.

Avery Aaliyah Fovós
Eternally 17
Daughter of Phobos
Hunter of Artemis

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Awesome, but there's a lot of powerplay in it I didn't consent to :/]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

(Yeah, Devon slipped up with his fear magic way before he knew Avery...Well let's just face it- He's an asshole. XD Lol but it's fine with me.)

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[I would like her to change it but it's okay, I guess]

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

(She might be referencing to the first time at camp, or that wouldn't have been the first time but I don't really care... Devon doesn't either. And he wasn't very normal...)

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

I'll send her a message.

[Shayla]

Name: Dustin Ashton Banet
Recipient: Anastasia
Date:
Address: Hermes Cabin
Entry:

Dearest Anastasia,

I haven't seen you in the longest of times. The longest being since we went horse-back riding in the beginning of the summer. I wish to see you again.

I remeber the many times you were mad at me, but still kept your cool. I love that and much more about you.

I can't wait to have time to see you again.

Write back, please.

Love you dearly,
Dustin
Yours forever

[[deleted user]]

Name:Anastasia
Recipient: Dusting
Date: A couple of days after Dustin sent her a leter
Address: Athena Cabin
Entry:

Hey Dust,

It's nice talking to you, I suppose. I'm not mad at you, or anything. But sure, let's meet up maybe at archery or in the woods. Wouldn't that be fun?








Cheers,
Ana

[Shayla]

Name: Dustin Ashton Banet
Recipient: Anastasia
Date: Later on in time...
Address: Hermes Cabin
Entry:

Ana,

I didn't think you were mad, honestly. But yes, that would be most fun!

So the woods tomorrow after noon?

With love,
Dust

[[deleted user]]

Name: Anastasia
Recipient: Dustin
Date Two days after.
Address: Athena Cabin
Entry:

Hmmm...
That doesn't sound so great. How about after lunch? Bring all your stuff, and we can go camping too. We can meet up at the Mess Hall.

Cheers,
Ana

[Shayla]

Name: Dustin Ashton Banet
Recipient: Anastasia
Date: A few days later.
Address: Hermes Cabin
Entry:

Ana,

Sure. That sounds delightfull! Should we back a picnick dinner?

See ya,
Dust

[[deleted user]]

Name: Ana
Recipent: Dust
Date Later that afternoon.
Addreses: Athena Cabin
Entry:

Sure! But food and camping shit's on me! You just some prepared... ;)