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Character Portrait: Astrid Bergström Character Portrait: Jem Ellis Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Fairchild Character Portrait: Katharine Sóldotter
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The skyline was a wonderful mixture of colours as the setting sun started its final decent beyond the horizon. Kari often came up towards the higher point of the camp where the cliffs edge provided one of the better views at both sunset and sunrise, where she could at least watch her mother leading the great sun across the sky and beyond it. This evening as always, she sits cross-legged on a cluster of rocks, relaxed in a moment of contemplation in an attempt to feel closer with her mother. But today the ritual gives her no comfort, for her mother is silent. As silent as the cold moon since the attacks began, and her light no longer brings the warmth it once did, which is both a blessing and a curse. Tomorrow the oldest, and perhaps most foolish of the gods children depart in search of their wayward parents. To find answers to the perils that assail their peers elsewhere in the world, a task that fills Kari with dread for there is a bitter chill in the air though she doubts that snow is due quite yet for the time of year. Still it sparks within her memory a warning that the end begins with death and blood for the gods, and the ash of that first murder shall cover the world in a blanket of snow to herald its coming.

She sighed and half chuckled, half chided herself for giving into such stories as she’s done almost every year in the autumn for fear that this time the snow brings with it the end times. And in turn she is always filled with relief; and indeed as it always does the world continues to turn unabated and unchanged. Pushing herself to her feet she pulls her fur lined coat close about her, not so much to ward away the cold but to help cool her skin in shadow as she already feels it starting to warm in the presence of light. The ripple of goosebumps across her arms caused her to shiver for a moment as she turns from the beauty of the sky, whose shade is now boiling away from a bright orange into a pale purple. She glances down towards the central mess hall where light is spilling out into the darkening avenues of the camp, and began the climb down from her secluded perch. Her tongue stuck out slightly as she licked her lips in anticipation she gently snapped her fingers together to create a spark of light which danced across her hand to illuminate the path.

The clouds above were starting to fade to darkness as Kari made her descent while the mixed sounds of her peers was becoming more audible with each passing moment, though for a moment she thought she’d caught a glimpse of other shadows in the sky. Winged shapes, perhaps that darted at the corner of her vision. There was a faint melody just beyond hearing that felt strange to her, almost causing her to pause mid-step before she felt her feet begin to meander away from the well-lit hall and down one of the darker side-streets. She could feel a faint panic beginning to build in the depths of her chest as she realised she wasn’t controlling her feet anymore; her arm having fallen limply by her side as its light was snuffed out. The music to which she was now following was becoming louder yet, somewhere behind her the raised voices of the other Demigods sounded out clear in the night. “Καλὴ τύχη”

Rounding a corner she saw further into the darkness up ahead a monster that seemed a grotesque mockery of a human female that reared up on its birdlike legs with feathered wings. The faintly lyrical music that poured forth from its dripping lips felt ill at odds with the monster singing its siren call. The creature beckoned towards Kari with its clawed hands, reaching towards her tender flesh as its mouth curved into a vicious smile of triumph. The fight that had been bouncing around inside her mind as she walked unbidden towards this beast had finally reached a crescendo as instead of moving close she staggered backwards, her eyes wide as she gasped in horror. The vile temptress’ smile suddenly twisted into a snarl as she lunged towards the stunned teenager, having realised her song was no longer effective. Inhaling sharply as she turned towards the wall of the nearest building she narrowly dodged being eviscerated by the creature though she both heard and felt the rip of fabric across her coat as it tugged her backwards before the threads snapped. Breathing out slowly, she focused on calming herself as her skin began to glow in the darkness and her fingers warmed to the touch. Time seemed to slow for her as she lifted her hands towards the Harpy as it twisted in the air to come back towards its prey. Her hands were stretched out as the flames grew between them before surging forwards, leaving only a soot outline on the opposite wall where the creature had hovered. As soon as the flames vanished it felt like time rushing back into the moment, her breath came in sharp, sudden gasps as adrenaline kicked into overdrive and mixed her panic into a frenzy. Gulping down lung-fulls of air she began muttering to herself, a mixture of mantras and quotes that bubbled up in her mind in an attempt to regain some composure. Even though she was still shaking and feeling quite on the edge of panic she pulled herself into the air, feeling the cool breeze against her face as she rose upwards on the current.

As she soared through the air she had half closed her eyes as she savoured the exhilaration of flying, and it wasn’t until she collided with a screeching harpy that she remembered what an utterly terrible idea that had been. Balling her fists tightly she extruded waves of intense heat in waves away from her body as the pair of them tumbled through one of the now shattered windows into the main hall. In her moment of panic she had heavily over compensated and her momentum had greatly increased so by then she was a rapidly advancing fireball in whose orbit her initial target had already melted. Her arms and legs were scrabbling for purchase in the middle of air which was already boiling away, not that it would have afforded much resistance to her descent until she could propel herself in another direction. As her fireball cannoned across the room she caught a brief moment of Jeremiah’s shocked expression before sailing straight past the harpy that had been charging towards him, and completely missing it; though the searing heat may have taken along a little of Jem’s now signed facial hair and eyebrows.. Thankfully this had already been dealt with by Gwendolyn and was now frozen otherwise it would have been even more ironic given the destructive potential of her entrance. Her momentum was finally slowed as she crashed into the corner of the room in a tangled heap of furniture and the remains of between two and three harpies which despite having been burned to a crisp, smelled like the bog of eternal stench made manifest and then char-grilled.

Kari was overall feeling fairly dazed and a little unsteady on her feet as she climbed upright, doing her best to put out the fires which were even now spreading out from her impact. Gingerly as she was feeling somewhat brused if thankfully not singed or burned she began by wrapping herself again with her coat as she edged towards where Astrid and the others appeared to be holding their own. And while she’d managed to fend off a few herself the strain was already taking its toll, especially with the sun having now completely set.

”Where did these vile creatures come from? And who sent them?” While her query was partially rhetorical as well as a general one if any of them could answer it she did glance at those of Greek or Roman parentage in hopes that they might know more. ”At least these one’s aren’t singing…” She shuddered at the thought of having fallen under the sway of these things, if even only for a moment.