(I loved it. It's just so like Percy x3 I mean, he's confused, smells, and doesn't even remember who he is. Yet he still just jumps off a mountain like it's just some totally normal thing to do xD But that Lupa character scares me more than Stheno and Euryales. o.o I have a feeling she is probably cruel, heartless, stern, and powerful, just from the way Jason talked about her. She scared the crap out of him, and he couldn't even remember her xD That's pretty bad..)
(Do you want to start the prophecy or something? :3 I posted it on the first page a while ago. If you need a review of what it's about, I mostly remember. I think it would be great if we took 4 Greeks; Obviously we have to take Dylan and Rose.. and I would love it if we could throw Jason in there xD That should make things interesting. Also, maybe we could drag along Claire or Marissa, Dylan's half sisters. Or we could just forget them altogether and just take Dylan, Jacob, and Rose :3 Up to you...)
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Dylan
Dylan muttered thanks to the nymph who brought him his lunch, and was about to dive into it when he noticed a shadow standing over his shoulder, blocking out the sun. He turned around, and was face-to-face with a kid from Apollo, who appeared nervous.
"Hi," he said, as his pale face flushed pink. "I'm Martin. I was, uhm, wondering if I could ask a favor..." He shifted his weight uncomfortably and adjusted his glasses. He was rather pitiful for being the son of the sun god; his skin looked as if it never saw the light of day, and his eyesight was horrible, even for a dyslectic demigod. "I'm not really good at canoeing," he muttered under his breath. "And my head couselor is always teasing me about it. And even Chiron has noticed. He said it wasn't that big of a deal, but I could tell he was disappointed. I was wondering if maybe... maybe you or one of the other Poseidon campers could, well, help me out?" Dylan just noticed that neither Claire nor Marissa had arrived to the Pavilion yet; they must be running late.
"Well, uh I dunno." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I am still kind of new here, maybe you'd have better luck with Marissa or Claire--"
"Oh yeah! I totally understand..." Martin blushed a deeper shade of red. "I'll cya around then," and with that, he ran back to his table before Dylan could reply. Dylan immediately felt guilty for refusing the poor Apollo camper's help, and he no longer had an appetite.