by Mardigraskit » Wed Jun 06, 2012 4:02 pm
A heavy blanket of snow had coated the camp over that cold December night.
It was sunrise, the sun peaking it's way over the horizon and bits of light inching their way up into the blackened sky. Apparently Apollo was making his rounds.
But for the demi-god son of Boreas, his day wasn't starting.
His nightmare was nearing it's end.
Adam pushed his female companion down the hill, stumbling through the barrier after her and collapsing onto the ground. The boy had a nasty scar slashed across his back, ripping through his shirt and blood slowly ceasing to flow out of the new wound as he steadied his breathing. His dagger, blade made of celestial bronze and hilt a dark blue color, was covered in the dust-like substance left behind from the Hydra he and his new friend had fought just moments before. His hands were bruised, but nothing he hadn't handled before.
Adam laid on the snow-covered grass, not cold, as his dad was Boreas and that had it's perks.
Caroline.
The girl he had brought along with him.
Let's back it up a tad.
Adam had left camp for the winter holidays, testing his luck and was heading towards his mother's apartment when he had noticed a lonesome blonde girl about his age walking with three boys, probably around seven or eight, on the sidewalk.
Actually they had tripped over each other in the snow but that was besides the point.
They were headed in the same direction, so it wasn't exactly odd when they both brushed themselves off and continued walking. After a few awkward moments, the boys noticed Adam walking behind him, and bombarded him with questions, which he fired back. The girl, however, had silenced the younger males and gave a few questions of her own, while answering some he had.
After a small amount of trust had been established, the silver-haired male had continued walking with the four.
What he had learned from the female[and the boys. Mostly the boys.] was her name, Caroline. The three boys were James, Andrew, and Oliver, triplets of age seven. The girl was thirteen, six years older than the boys, a year younger than Adam- who had turned fourteen recently. It hadn't been long before Caroline and her brothers had disappeared up the steps into a modern styled house, were a woman who looked a bit like Caroline had greeted them- turns out it wasn't her mother, but her aunt. They were visiting their aunt in New York, and the next year Caroline would be attending school in New York.
As apparently she had trouble at every school so far.
If that wasn't a clue, it was her eyes.
Her eyes were as silver as clouds before a storm. Dangerous and calculating, but a soft rim of blue around the pupil. A bright blue, fading into gray. Bits of green.
He had seen those eyes in children of Athena before.
He hadn't seen the girl for days, except when he was headed back to camp since he had checked on his mother. It was December 19'th.
And soon after he had seen her, on the street starting back to camp.
The lonely road was unoccupied, so the boy decided to keep her company like the gentleman he was. She apparently didn't notice the rings he wore- one silver, one blue, with one holding a diamond and the other a sapphire. That, or she didn't care.
Soon, the pair had reached the road towards camp, and were parting ways[ She was headed home, as she was just going to pick up something from the store..Or something.] when the monster had attacked.
It had rolled out of the thicket of trees behind them, and chased them towards the camp. It had taken hours, as that strech of road was rather long from that side of town, for them to be anywhere near camp. Half of the night.
Adam did most of the fighting, but he did learn that the girl had surprising strategies that in turn made the Hydra get it's heads in a twist and gave him the chance to strike. Both were injured, he being hit with a claw and she being burned on her back.
That should have caught you up, right ?
So now, the sun beginning to appear over the trees of the forest, campers stirring in their cabins and some exciting to see the snow, they were there.
Adam had been at camp for three years. Been in the battle of Manhattan. Gotten claimed.
And he was laying on the oh-so familiar Half-Blood hill, blood coating his back and shirt.
And his new female companion lay a few yards below him on her side, while he on his stomach, head in the snow and her jacket nearly burned off completely as it's remains sank into the snow, revealing her black long-sleeve shirt. Her blonde hair in a ponytail, burned at the tips.
