emory cantor
son of zeus | outfit | #BCB6B6
son of zeus | outfit | #BCB6B6
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xIf there was one thing Emory had hoped for, it would be to see some familiar faces again. It’s been three years since they left the camp, and a day hadn’t gone by where they didn’t wonder if they’d made the right choice. They were practically raised here. These people helped them grow into the person they were today, supported them when they had no one else to turn to. And yet they left. It was a good thing, one of the counselors had told them. They’d be able to travel the world, go wherever they wanted to, and surround themselves with wonderful new people. And that's exactly what they did. They’d thrown caution to the wind and lived every day to the fullest, never backing down from the chance to try something new, carrying that same fearless with them everywhere they went. They would've never grown up to be their most authentic self without Camp Athens. After all this time, it seemed only right for fate to bring them back.
xSomething must’ve happened since they’ve been gone. Whatever it was, it must’ve been big. Something terrible enough for Zeus to ask them to come back personally. It had been their first time meeting (ever) and the God hadn't even give them much to go off of, or had really even acknowledged that they were his child. “Perhaps your return might be of aid to them,” was all he had said, and then he was gone just as quickly as he appeared. Not that Emory had expected much to come out of their first meeting. After all those years - after everything that happened - the God had never bothered to show up... not until it benefited him. A part of them wondered if Zeus treated all of his children that way, or if they were for some reason ostracized. Those thoughts were quickly outweighed by something a counselor, a fellow child of Zeus, had told them in their youth. Most Gods greet their each of their children with the same level of indifference as any of the others. They all have too much on their plate, and far too many offspring, to worry about one or two of their children in particular. Zeus was no exception. In fact, the King of the Gods was the prime example. A deity like him doesn't play favorites.
xAs soon as they walked through the gates of Camp Athens, they were struck with a powerful surge of emotion. It was like walking into their childhood. Everything was where they remembered it: the mess hall, the weapons room, the training arena. If they didn't know any better they'd think time had stopped the moment they'd left. It took a moment for them to recall where their cabin had been, and another to hope that it was kept the same as they'd left it. When they were greeted at the door by some old friends, that hope could only blossom. A few of their old counselors met them with open arms, telling them how happy they were to have them back. With the promise to fill them in on all of the adventures once they get settled, they raised the question about their cabin, relieved to hear that they'd kept it locked up tight for them. One of them left to get the key for the door as the other two stayed, hesitant to let their old friend go. Emory was in the same boat, their suitcases discarded at their feet so their arms could be free to embrace them one more time.
xOnce the other counselor returned with the key, Emory was pointed in the right direction, the path beneath their feet leading the small cluster of deserted cabins deep in the dense woods. A lot of them used to be home to demigods that were no longer at the camp. They'd like to think that a majority of the previous owners had left voluntarily like they had, but they knew that likely wasn't the case. Why else then would the cabins have been emptied when theirs had gone untouched? They wouldn't let themselves think that them having stayed could've made a difference. Wouldn't picture these cabins occupied with smiling faces that they didn't get the chance to save because they were off being selfish. They knew they'd be chastised for it, letting something like that put a damper on such a wholesome moment, but it couldn't be helped. That's the first thought that always crosses their mind, and one of their greatest fears.
xThey finally reached their cabin, passing by a petite brunette bent over in the empty cabin just beside theirs. Making a mental note to greet their new neighbor later, Emory made their way up the stairs, taking them two at a time with bated breath. Turning the key in the lock, they threw the door open, immediately succumbing to a coughing fit when a cloud of dust greeted them at the door. Waving their hand in front of their face, Emory took a few tentative steps inside, taking everything in. They really had kept it just the way they left it. The thought of their friends preserving their cabin so they would have it to come home to moved them to the point of tears. Quickly tipping their head back - so's not to smudge their makeup - Emory willed the tears away, moving further into the cabin once they pulled themself together. They discarded their luggage on the bed, arguably the least dusty thing out of everything in there, and opened every window. They summoned a stiff breeze, weaving it through their cabin with practiced ease, taking care of most of the dust. The repairs would have to wait until later, they decided, once they greeted everyone else. They would have time to make this place feel like home again.
xEmory walked out of the cabin, locking it behind them just because they could, the key dropping into the pocket of their coat. Next door they noticed that the petite brunette was no longer alone, another girl having come up the steps to greet her. Neither of them looked familiar to Emory, but how new they were to the camp had yet to be determined. "It doesn't hurt to ask," they thought, and they trotted down the steps to do just that. "Hey there neighbors!" they greeted warmly, loudly from in front of their own cabin. They made their way over, their smile fading a bit apologetically when they realized they might have just interrupted their introduction. "Welcome to Camp Athens."
xSomething must’ve happened since they’ve been gone. Whatever it was, it must’ve been big. Something terrible enough for Zeus to ask them to come back personally. It had been their first time meeting (ever) and the God hadn't even give them much to go off of, or had really even acknowledged that they were his child. “Perhaps your return might be of aid to them,” was all he had said, and then he was gone just as quickly as he appeared. Not that Emory had expected much to come out of their first meeting. After all those years - after everything that happened - the God had never bothered to show up... not until it benefited him. A part of them wondered if Zeus treated all of his children that way, or if they were for some reason ostracized. Those thoughts were quickly outweighed by something a counselor, a fellow child of Zeus, had told them in their youth. Most Gods greet their each of their children with the same level of indifference as any of the others. They all have too much on their plate, and far too many offspring, to worry about one or two of their children in particular. Zeus was no exception. In fact, the King of the Gods was the prime example. A deity like him doesn't play favorites.
xAs soon as they walked through the gates of Camp Athens, they were struck with a powerful surge of emotion. It was like walking into their childhood. Everything was where they remembered it: the mess hall, the weapons room, the training arena. If they didn't know any better they'd think time had stopped the moment they'd left. It took a moment for them to recall where their cabin had been, and another to hope that it was kept the same as they'd left it. When they were greeted at the door by some old friends, that hope could only blossom. A few of their old counselors met them with open arms, telling them how happy they were to have them back. With the promise to fill them in on all of the adventures once they get settled, they raised the question about their cabin, relieved to hear that they'd kept it locked up tight for them. One of them left to get the key for the door as the other two stayed, hesitant to let their old friend go. Emory was in the same boat, their suitcases discarded at their feet so their arms could be free to embrace them one more time.
xOnce the other counselor returned with the key, Emory was pointed in the right direction, the path beneath their feet leading the small cluster of deserted cabins deep in the dense woods. A lot of them used to be home to demigods that were no longer at the camp. They'd like to think that a majority of the previous owners had left voluntarily like they had, but they knew that likely wasn't the case. Why else then would the cabins have been emptied when theirs had gone untouched? They wouldn't let themselves think that them having stayed could've made a difference. Wouldn't picture these cabins occupied with smiling faces that they didn't get the chance to save because they were off being selfish. They knew they'd be chastised for it, letting something like that put a damper on such a wholesome moment, but it couldn't be helped. That's the first thought that always crosses their mind, and one of their greatest fears.
xThey finally reached their cabin, passing by a petite brunette bent over in the empty cabin just beside theirs. Making a mental note to greet their new neighbor later, Emory made their way up the stairs, taking them two at a time with bated breath. Turning the key in the lock, they threw the door open, immediately succumbing to a coughing fit when a cloud of dust greeted them at the door. Waving their hand in front of their face, Emory took a few tentative steps inside, taking everything in. They really had kept it just the way they left it. The thought of their friends preserving their cabin so they would have it to come home to moved them to the point of tears. Quickly tipping their head back - so's not to smudge their makeup - Emory willed the tears away, moving further into the cabin once they pulled themself together. They discarded their luggage on the bed, arguably the least dusty thing out of everything in there, and opened every window. They summoned a stiff breeze, weaving it through their cabin with practiced ease, taking care of most of the dust. The repairs would have to wait until later, they decided, once they greeted everyone else. They would have time to make this place feel like home again.
xEmory walked out of the cabin, locking it behind them just because they could, the key dropping into the pocket of their coat. Next door they noticed that the petite brunette was no longer alone, another girl having come up the steps to greet her. Neither of them looked familiar to Emory, but how new they were to the camp had yet to be determined. "It doesn't hurt to ask," they thought, and they trotted down the steps to do just that. "Hey there neighbors!" they greeted warmly, loudly from in front of their own cabin. They made their way over, their smile fading a bit apologetically when they realized they might have just interrupted their introduction. "Welcome to Camp Athens."
dahlia black
daughter of hades | outfit | #AE5452
daughter of hades | outfit | #AE5452
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x"This is as far as I can take you,"
xAfter a thirteen hour flight, an hour long bus ride, and a hike that lasted a few more, Dahlia should have been glad to have finally arrived. Instead she found herself mourning the loss of her traveling companion, her gaze flitting over to the spectral figure at her side. She never would have known about this place without Nisha. The recently deceased demigod had told her about Camp Athens, a place for demigods to grow and learn how to hone their unique abilities; a place for them to be with their own people. It almost seemed too good to be true. She'd been treated like a freak her whole life, surely 'Camp Athens' wouldn't be any different. That being said, the spirit world had never led her astray before, and Nisha seemed like she genuinely wanted what was best for Dahlia. What seemed like so long to be on an airplane had been mere minutes for her, being as alone as she's always been. Nisha had become the closest thing to a friend she's ever had, even among the dead, and she was hesitant to let that go.
x"Why?" Dahlia asked, hoping it was something she could talk the ghost out of.
xNisha turned to her, a sad look in her translucent eyes, "Because there's a barrier keeping anything but the Gods and their children from entering,"
xThat didn't make sense. "You're one of their children," Perhaps Nisha had forgotten. It's been known to happen to spirits that spend too much time in the mortal realm.
x"Not anymore," Nisha said, her expression no less despondent than before, "I belong to your father now,"
xAfter a thirteen hour flight, an hour long bus ride, and a hike that lasted a few more, Dahlia should have been glad to have finally arrived. Instead she found herself mourning the loss of her traveling companion, her gaze flitting over to the spectral figure at her side. She never would have known about this place without Nisha. The recently deceased demigod had told her about Camp Athens, a place for demigods to grow and learn how to hone their unique abilities; a place for them to be with their own people. It almost seemed too good to be true. She'd been treated like a freak her whole life, surely 'Camp Athens' wouldn't be any different. That being said, the spirit world had never led her astray before, and Nisha seemed like she genuinely wanted what was best for Dahlia. What seemed like so long to be on an airplane had been mere minutes for her, being as alone as she's always been. Nisha had become the closest thing to a friend she's ever had, even among the dead, and she was hesitant to let that go.
x"Why?" Dahlia asked, hoping it was something she could talk the ghost out of.
xNisha turned to her, a sad look in her translucent eyes, "Because there's a barrier keeping anything but the Gods and their children from entering,"
xThat didn't make sense. "You're one of their children," Perhaps Nisha had forgotten. It's been known to happen to spirits that spend too much time in the mortal realm.
x"Not anymore," Nisha said, her expression no less despondent than before, "I belong to your father now,"
xWith an aching heart, Dahlia reached into her pocket, taking out two gold coins - the same ones she had placed on Nisha's body back home. It felt good to see the spirit finally smile after looking so miserable for most of their hike. "For the ferryman," she dropped them into Nisha's palm, watching her hand solidify just so they wouldn't fall to the ground. It was the last bit of strength the former demigod had before her soul began to fade, her lips mouthing out a soft 'thank you' before she quietly let herself pass on; the gold coins were the last to disappear. For a while Dahlia just stood outside the camp, her gaze fixed on the spot where her friend once stood. Loneliness crept up her spine like a cold chill, forming a shallow feeling in her gut, as if she had just swallowed a bunch of stones.
xMelancholy was the only loyal friend Dahlia has ever had.
xDeciding to get this over with, Dahlia crossed the threshold into camp only to be greeted immediately. Three older young people were clustered at the entrance. Camp counselors, Dahlia would guess, if this place had that sort of thing. The ones that hadn't greeted her had their attention somewhere else, or rather someone else - a effeminately dressed young man carrying luggage, walking west towards the dense wood. At their other counselor's greeting, the two then turned their attention away from the young man, their smiles varying degrees of guilty at not having spotted the new arrival beforehand. Dahlia was almost sure these weren't 'camp counselors' but she didn't knew what else to call them. They were merely older demigods helping the younger, less acquainted ones find their way. Ferrymen in their own right.
x"New cabins are straight down that way," one of them said, "You can set yourself up in any one you want, so long as it's free."
xWith a nod, Dahlia made her way further into the camp, following their direction towards the newer cabins. She walked as far as she possibly could, making her way deeper and deeper into the camp until the cabins were fewer and farther between. As much as she would like to make friends here, Dahlia knew better than to go out of her way to mingle with people, lest she become a target of their ire. Finally choosing one of the cabins further away from the camp's epicenter, Dahlia made her way up the cabin steps, analyzing the exterior of what would be her new home. She opened the door, immediately spotting the key hanging off the key ring to her immediate right. It seemed to be empty, which was ideal. It meant she could finally stop walking. Placing her things on the bed, Dahlia let herself collapse beside her bags, staring blankly at the ceiling. A soft breeze made its way in through her open door, the surrounding sounds of the forest easing her into a feeling of security. Only time would tell how long it would last.
xMelancholy was the only loyal friend Dahlia has ever had.
xDeciding to get this over with, Dahlia crossed the threshold into camp only to be greeted immediately. Three older young people were clustered at the entrance. Camp counselors, Dahlia would guess, if this place had that sort of thing. The ones that hadn't greeted her had their attention somewhere else, or rather someone else - a effeminately dressed young man carrying luggage, walking west towards the dense wood. At their other counselor's greeting, the two then turned their attention away from the young man, their smiles varying degrees of guilty at not having spotted the new arrival beforehand. Dahlia was almost sure these weren't 'camp counselors' but she didn't knew what else to call them. They were merely older demigods helping the younger, less acquainted ones find their way. Ferrymen in their own right.
x"New cabins are straight down that way," one of them said, "You can set yourself up in any one you want, so long as it's free."
xWith a nod, Dahlia made her way further into the camp, following their direction towards the newer cabins. She walked as far as she possibly could, making her way deeper and deeper into the camp until the cabins were fewer and farther between. As much as she would like to make friends here, Dahlia knew better than to go out of her way to mingle with people, lest she become a target of their ire. Finally choosing one of the cabins further away from the camp's epicenter, Dahlia made her way up the cabin steps, analyzing the exterior of what would be her new home. She opened the door, immediately spotting the key hanging off the key ring to her immediate right. It seemed to be empty, which was ideal. It meant she could finally stop walking. Placing her things on the bed, Dahlia let herself collapse beside her bags, staring blankly at the ceiling. A soft breeze made its way in through her open door, the surrounding sounds of the forest easing her into a feeling of security. Only time would tell how long it would last.