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Welcome!
This is a crossover between Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Kane Chronicles.
You only need to know one fandom to understand this RP, though.

Okay. Now for rules.

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1. Everybody hates Mary Sues/Gary Stus. Just don't do it.
2. Only control your characters. Power playing is not tolerated.
3. Powers of characters should be reasonable.
4. Your OC may not be a god or goddess unless I decide to make an exception for you. That would be rare though. And demigod Big Three children OCs flooding the RP wouldn't be a good idea, so make sure there are not many in the RP before submitting!
5. Posts should be of decent length, (no one liners) and please TRY for good grammar and spelling at least.
6. For canon characters, I will take them all until someone decides to take them. Percy, Carter, and Sadie will NEVER leave me. Others, such as Annabeth, require roleplay skills that I see as amazing.
7. This is disregarding the Heroes of Olympus series! The story I have in mind for this wouldn't tie in with HoO, so, being the Great and Powerful creator of this roleplay, I can pretend it never happened.
8. No swearing or inappropriate stuff. Rage words allowed.
9. If a canon character is on this list, someone is roleplaying as them or its a character I decide is worth amazingness. You may not take someone else's character unless I ask for replacements.
* means that I am looking for someone else to be the character due to inactivity, rule breaking, or other reasons.
^ means that these characters may not be taken unless you can prove your amazing roleplay skills.
If a name is not on the list, they are open!
Nothing means No Taking
Sadie Kane
Carter Kane
Zia Rashid^
Walt Stone^
Apophis ^
Percy Jackson
Annabeth Chase^
Grover Underwood^
Nico di Angelo^
Thalia Grace^

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The password is Blue Cookies.

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Okay, the forms.

OCs:
Demigod:

Magician:

If you want a canon character, tell me which and why. Show proof that you know respective fandom in and out. Also, a quick sample in their point of view!

[Here's mine~]

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Name: Calliope Blitz

Gender: Female

Age: Almost sixteen years old.

Appearance:

Couldn't decide between the three, so yeah. Calliope has the typical black hair (that I give most of my OCs), and unusually bright green eyes. Her fingers are long and slender like a pianist's, and she has a rather skinny frame. Her long black hair is usually let down or tied up in a ponytail. Calliope doesn't care much for her clothes, and usually just throws on a random colored blouse and some worn out jeans, finishing off the look with sneakers. A long pale scar runs from her kneecap to her ankle, which is usually hidden by her jeans. The scar had come from a hellhound that she and the satyr had encountered on the way to camp. The scar was also a symbol of the fact that she knew what she exactly was. Callie sometimes wears glasses because her eyesight isn't perfect, but she often exchanges them for colorless contact lenses.

Personality: A bit shy, but once you get to know her, she'll be one of those people who will happily hug-tackle you and scream "OMG YOU'RE ALIIIIIVE THANK THE GODS", and will proceed to squeeze the life out of you. Her loyalty is unswerving, and she absolutely hates backstabbers. She can be freakily scary when angry, and tends to be very forgetful when excited. Callie hides a dark past beneath her rather happy-go-lucky demeanor, and people around her will constantly notice that she disappears for certain periods of time.

Calliope spends more time with children of Athena than her own siblings. She has the same thirst of knowledge, and gets along quite well with the AOE (for those who haven't read Mark of Athena, one of AOE's meanings are "children of Athena.")

Godly Parent: Hecate, Greek goddess of witchcraft and magic. Considered a minor goddess, despite being Zeus' cousin and having the ability to cross through all three domains of the Big Three.

History: Calliope was born and raised in Sacramento, California, by her single mortal father. She was nine years old when an empousa disguised as her substitute teacher tried to kill her, deeming her more powerful than most children of Hecate. Much to the empousa's surprise, Calliope easily defended herself, having a green belt in both karate and taekwondo at the time. She fended off the blood-sucking monster until her father noticed that she was not home yet at sunset. He quickly guessed what was happening, and arrived just as Calliope was about to be overwhelmed. He tossed his daughter one of the knives that she would later use as her weapons, and she killed the empousa before it could put a spell on her father. They went home as Calliope's father explained what the empousa was and who her mother was. Calliope took the news in a calm manner, but was rather upset when she found out she had to leave her dad behind for Camp Half-Blood. A satyr arrived shortly after to escort Calliope to camp.

Calliope had a difficult journey to get to the camp. For some reason, monsters frequently attacked them. Calliope soon found the answer to these frequent attacks, but kept it to herself in fear of how others would react. Calliope excelled in camp activities, and due to her mixed martial arts training along with her magic and knives, she made a much more formidable opponent that her other siblings, who mostly depended on magic. She only participates in Capture The Flag when Hecate cabin is allied with Athena, refusing to fight the AOE.

Callie somehow gets along with Nico Di Angelo, despite them being polar opposites. She is rather close to most of the AOE, but shies away from anyone else besides her siblings. Callie has never been chosen for a quest, nor has she ever volunteered for one because of certain...reasons.

Primary Weapon: Two wickedly sharp daggers that are about twelve inches in length. She somehow manages to hide these two in the long sleeves of her shirt without accidentally stabbing herself. Of course, she also uses magic, but tries to keep it at the minimum as another secret is another advantage against the enemy.

Secondary Weapon: Calliope herself IS a weapon. She knows basic martial arts, and has learned the special Judo-Flip-An-Annoying-Boy from Annabeth. She used to attend karate and taekwondo lessons at the local sports center, and her father taught her various other fighting styles. She doesn't rely it on much, but when she does go kung-fu panda, it's often because she's angry.

Other: Was cursed by Circe when she was a baby. (Yeah...more on this later, lol.)

[I would like to suggest that you add a History and Age section in the form. My character is almost sixteen, has spent almost six years at Camp Half-blood.]

[Edited.]

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(Accepted! Just edited. Sorry for the late response, I'm busy because I'm moving... Packing is taking a lot of my time. Do a quick edit on the form to include the new elements. Thank you for suggesting them! And try to spread the word that this exists. I'll be on AT LEAST daily, much more on the weekends.)

Name:Draco Kazuto
Gender:Male
Age:17
Appearance:
Personality:random
Godly Parent:Zeus
History (Before Camp Half-Blood, when arrived, quests, etc.): He doesn't remember much but his memory will come back soon enough
Primary Weapon:A mint green sword
Secondary Weapon:A gold sword
Other:He loves to eat
Password:Stayin' Alive

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(Accepted! Though I was gonna do a "No Big Three child unless pre-accepted rule," but I'm just going to control how many there are.)

(Ok) Draco sat on a log

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(Once again I'm gonna suggest that you make a Sign-Up thread, master bio/form list, and add "Appearance:" to the form to spice things up/make things easier to manage.)

Thwack.

Calliope notched another arrow in her bow as her shot arrow quivered slightly in the middle of the target. With deadly accuracy, she let the second arrow fly, splitting the previous arrow in half. With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed her hold on her bow as she studied her work. Throwing daggers and shooting arrows weren't too different from each other, so Calliope took her time to study archery, as you could never know how to use too many weapons.

Callie had rather nervously asked a random child of Apollo to teach her the basics, and she had been practicing since then. Demigods who used daggers often had to be quick and accurate with their strikes, and archery pretty much required the same things. Callie looked up to the sky, realizing the sun was rising above the horizon. She had woken up quite early to train. "I've been training for that long? No wonder I'm hungry!"

Callie dropped her bow and arrows and broke into a run. She passed the Big House, and she briefly glanced up at it before heading for the dining pavilion. As she passed the cabins, she noted that people were finally waking up. A few moments later, she leaned against one of the Greek columns that were part of the pavilion, panting heavily. The hill where the pavilion rested overlooked the sea, and Callie took a moment to take in the view of the morning tides. After catching her breath, Callie went to sit at the end of the Hecate table.

The other demigods would probably be heading to the pavilion soon. Instinctively, Callie checked her sleeves for her trusty daggers. As usual, they were concealed perfectly. Magic was indeed a useful thing at times. Satisfied, Callie looked down at her magical goblet. The nymphs wouldn't be arriving with the food any time soon...but...Callie shook her head furiously at the idea that popped into her head. "Nope, nope. Bad. Don't even think of doing that.

She quickly asked for some mango juice, and the goblet obliged, filling up with the sweet drink. Calliope silently sipped her drink as she tried to forget her previous idea. "One way or another, they will find out. They think you're just a daughter of Hecate who knows martial arts. How very wrong they are," A tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered to her, but Callie blocked it out.

"Soon," the voices seemed to chant in delight. "Soon, they'll know the secrets you keep hidden."

[I think I failed to say in my form that my first posts are unusually long.]

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Draco sighed and sat up

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(Try to make your posts a bit longer, Dracoflame22. I could do a whole rant about that, but I'm refraining myself.)

Percy looked around. It was a normal day. Well, as normal as it could get for a camp full of demigods. 'Finally some peace around here,' he thought. Though whenever Percy acknowledged the normality if the day, it seemed as if something weird happened. He thought he had heard some voices when he was near Thalia's Pine Tree, but that must have been his imagination. At least he hoped it was. He didn't need any more quests to save the world than he had already been on.
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"Are you sure this is where the reports were? It's just some random forest in the middle of nowhere," Sadie commented. "Yes. And it's not a forest in the middle of nowhere, it's a forest in the middle of Long Island," Carter answered, "Hmm, there's some kind of protection spell here. This has to be the right place." Sadie lowered her vision into the Duat. "The protection is coming from that tree," she said, "We can destroy it and get in." "Wait!" Carter warned, "We don't know what this place is! We could be hurting the good guys."
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Percy walked toward Thalia's pine, because he felt nervous about those voices he had heard. "The protection is coming from that tree," he heard a female voice say, "We can destroy it and get in." Percy ran to the Athena cabin, knowing that Annabeth would have some kind of plan. The tree under attack? He defiantly didn't want to go get the Golden Fleece again, as it had been hid far away, for when the camp needed it most.

(I think I'm just going to edit in appearance now, so please edit your forms!)

Callie emerged from the woods, rather guiltily munching on a ham sandwich. "If they caught me, I'm good as dead."

She couldn't stand waiting for breakfast, and she had gone to...someone who gave her food. As she finished off the sandwich, she brushed the crumbs off her dark blue blouse, trying not to make it obvious that she had already eaten. Maybe her siblings had finally woken up, and so Callie headed to the cabins.

Just when Athena cabin came into view, Callie thought of visiting Annabeth. The Athena girl was like a big sister to her, even back when she was stuck in Hermes' cabin before the war. Callie had enthusiastically listened to Annabeth's very long explanations of architecture, being quite fascinated by them. Since then, Annabeth had been a close friend, closer than any of the AOE. It was decided. She'd stop by the Athena cabin to say hello.

Callie was just nearing the cabin when she walked right into something very large and tall. After a few moments of sitting dizzily on the ground, she glanced up to see nobody else but the savior of Olympus.

"Oh, sorry, Percy. Were you going to see Annabeth too?" She asked politely, standing up brushing herself off as if nothing had happened.

Callie wouldn't know Percy if it weren't for Annabeth's constant rants about "that Seaweed Brain." But then they fell for each other right after they won the Titan War and Callie was secretly grateful she never had to listen to those rants again. An angry and irritated Annabeth was more dangerous than exploding nuclear bombs.

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['Tis a bit short, sorreh.]

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All the color was drained from Percy's face. It wasn't necessarily the voices from the pine that had been frightening him. No, if it were just that he wouldn't have been half as panicked as he was now. It wasn't like him to be this scared. The color slowly returned to his face. "It's alright," he replied, "It's totally fine." He had planned not only to tell Annabeth about the voices, but also the dreams he'd been having. Well, you couldn't really call them dreams. More like nightmares. Even if Percy didn't tell Annabeth, no doubt she would have found out and yelled at him about how he should have told her. Percy didn't want Annabeth to yell at him. It was much better when she kissed him.... Okay, off topic. Well, back to the nightmares... He remembered them vividly. As the memories returned to haunt him, he went pale yet again. The voice and image of the serpent he had seen made him shiver, like all the warmth in the world has been disposed of, as if the world was already overcome by Chaos, and any hope he has ever had was destroyed.

"Yeah, I was visiting Annabeth," he said finally after a horrifying moment of silence. Annabeth could've not even been awake yet, she usually woke up about a half an hour later. Percy was both stupid and brave to be willing to wake her up early. Though getting judo-flipped was nothing compared to the nightmares. Plus, as an added bonus, a lot of the time Annabeth kissed Percy when he did something stupid, and he guessed waking her up early counted as stupid.
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Annabeth lay in her bed, awake earlier than normal reading a book on architecture. Attempting to forget her sleep, which had been plagued with nightmares, she distracted herself with the book. For almost anything else, the technique would have worked, but this snake had slithered its way into the deepest part of her brain and refused to uncoil itself from her thoughts. She'd hardly gotten a wink of quality sleep. Percy would be a good distraction. Yes, she'd spend a lot of her day with Seaweed Brain today. The snake would give up, right? It was hard for Annabeth to think of a battle plan against this. The serpent was messing up her brain.

Callie frowned at the older boy's pale face. He seemed to be frightened by something, and there was faraway look in his eyes. "Hey...you okay?"

The look on his face reminded Callie a lot about- Bad Callie. No thinking about that," She scolded herself mentally.

Nightmares. She'd been plagued by them since she found out her secret. The sun destroyed, cities dying, and a large gigantic snake that was very familiar to her. Callie couldn't help shuddering at the memory of it. She visited her father once or twice, and she had shared her nightmares with him.

"A large snake? That's Egyptian mythology, Cal. It's some sort of monster that involves chaos," Her father, who taught mythology, told her. "I believe it's called Apophis. I'm not sure though, you know I mostly focus on Greek and Roman."

Apophis. The name haunted her for days, and the curse didn't help at all. Oh, that wicked witch Circe. That stupid curse. The stupid heritage!

A curse to last till the end of your days...And only one thing can break it..

Callie mentally slapped herself. "'Kay, Cal. No more thinking about the stupid things the gods cursed you with. Move on," She muttered, momentarily forgetting that Percy was in front of her.

Her eyes widened and she stuttered, "U-uh, I'll be going now," then dashed off to the Athena cabin. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," She mentally screamed t herself. She just had to let something slip in front of the savior of Olympus, and one of the most powerful demigods living.

She slipped through the door to the Athena cabin, noting that most were still asleep. A familiar blonde, however, was propped up on her bed, reading some Ancient Greek book on architecture. Daedalus' laptop sat next to her.

So absorbed she was in her thoughts or her book, she didn't notice Callie until the latter had sat on her bed. "Your Seaweed Brain is looking for you. Think he's going to propose?" Callie joked.

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(Super long post in progress. Between this busy day and the super-long post, it's been taking me a while to write. It will be done soon. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead.)

(My iPad got stolen, I'm moving, *insert other excuses here*, so I couldn't post. Because of that, I am going to gift you with an extremely long post.)

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Percy

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Percy sat nearby the Athena cabin. A curse? He must have heard Callie wrong. He got wind of (Wait, no, he got sea of.) almost everything in camp, and nothing that important could be hidden from everyone. Well, he had been hiding his nightmares from camp for over a week, but Callie, if she was cursed, would have been hiding it much longer.

The nightmares. The only thing that scared him more than Annabeth in her "rage mode". (Don't underestimate it. Annabeth can be terrifying when she wants to be.) Percy remembered the first one, the one with Chicken Face.

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The First Nightmare

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Percy looked around. Where was he? It was nothingness, just black everywhere.

Either:
A) He went blind.
B) It was just a dream, not some demigod vision.
C) Someone had brought him here.

He guessed C.
He thought about it the way Annabeth would've; Choice A wouldn't have made sense because he could see himself, and B...? Well, knowing his luck, it wasn't just some random dream.

He heard a voice from the shadows. "I am the chaosss sssnake..." it said, "My mere pressssence in a dream makessss you weakk... Perissssh Perssy Jackssson..." A colossal snake came from the nothingness. But there was something else Percy had seen, something that made him want to laugh. It was a ghostly chicken with the head of a human. "We destroyed your shadow. How are you still existent? Your legacy crumbled... And why did you bring him here?" Chicken Man said, motioning to Percy. The Snake Dude turned to Mr. Chicken. "Carter Kane," said Snaky, his voice somehow less like a snake, "Your petty spell did not fully destroy my shadow. It is not lost to the world." Spells? Lost shadows? This was confusing. The snake turned back to Percy, and hissed at him. Then, the snake opened its mouth wide and charged at him in an attempt to devour him.
That's when Percy woke up in cold sweat.

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Annabeth

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"Seaweed Brain can wait, I need to get my thoughts together," Annabeth said. She switched out her architecture book for a volume with the title Ancient Deities That Could Be Haunting Your Sleep by Dr. Julius Kane. Even though the English would be hard to read with her dyslexia, Annabeth knew that the book could be the key to decoding who the serpent in her nightmares was. She frowned while trying to read the name on the first page.

Callie tilted her head in confusion at Annabeth's distracted behavior. Her usual reaction to things that involved Jackson varied from a murderous rage to extreme blushing. But never did she put something first before him. She glanced down at the book, which she could read perfectly. Unlike most demigods, Callie only had ADHD. She read the first paragraph, subconsciously reading it out loud.

"'Apophis was a colossal black snake that embodied Chaos itself. It was known and feared by the Egyptians as the "Enemy of Ra" and the "Lord of Chaos." Legend has it that when Apophis succeeds in swallowing the sun (Ra), the world will be consumed by darkness and die. To ward off Apophis (Apep), the Egyptians performed certain rituals that involved wax statues and ancient spells."

Callie's eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. The world was spinning rapidly around her, and black dots danced across her vision. "Oh gods," was the last thing she thought before she blacked out.

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Callie felt like she was floating. Where was she? She forced her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit room that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. Two women materialized in front of her, and Callie jumped. Neither seemed to notice the demigod standing there. One of the women was veiled, and was holding a baby bundled into a blanket in her arms. With a pang of realization, Callie realized that the other woman was her mother - Hecate.

"You helped my mother before, Hecate. Please, help me now," The veiled woman pleaded.

Hecate twirled her blazing torches once before replying. "He will find out one day. What you are asking of me...will cost you."

The veiled woman shook violently, as if she were silently sobbing. "Anything. Please. Save my child."

Hecate had a curious expression on her face, not seeming to care that the other woman was practically begging. "Why me? Why not the other? The child descends from her."

"My husband would dare not strike you. You have the protection of Zeus," The veiled woman explained quietly.

"And so does she, but I see your point," Hecate nodded.

"Thank you," The veiled woman murmured as she handed over the sleeping child.

Hecate glanced up at the woman who stepped back immediately after handing the child over. "You went to the Fates, did you not? To see this child's future?"

The veiled woman nodded. "My husband will never learn of the child. But he will learn of its descendants. The Fates have decreed that-" She stopped mid-sentence.

"Decreed what?" Hecate asked firmly, who had vanished away her torches and was now cradling the child.

"One of the reasons I put it under your care is because..." The veiled woman paused as if frightened. "The Fates decreed that my husband would go after one of its descendants...who will be your daughter."

It took Hecate a moment to process this. She took it rather calmly, gazing at the veiled woman with a strange expression. "The blood of three gods. Zeus himself would destroy her."

"He would not dare destroy a child of yours," The veiled woman argued.

"More bizarre things have happened," Hecate quietly replied.

"Then I will try to minimize the strength I give her. Power over my domain would be enough. She'd keep it hidden," The veiled woman said.

Hecate stood silently as she swayed, rocking the child. She spoke one last time before vanishing with the child. "Your love for another man might have just destroyed the balance of the world."

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[No, Callie's not the blood of the pharaohs. She just has too much god blood (though it doesn't do much as two gods' powers are barely detectable and her only prominent powers are from Hecate), so Apophis easily sniffs (SNAKES CAN'T SMELL GET THE PUN) her out as a powerful demigod, thus constantly invading her dreams. Dun dun dun, hope I didn't make it too obvious/OP her too much. Like c'mon. Jealous husband, Hecate helped the veiled woman's mother, protection of Zeus on the unnamed goddess. *flails*]

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Name: Emily Claire Rithren; She prefers the nicknames.
Gender: Female
Age: 13-14; She refuses to reveal her age.
Appearance: Silky brown hair that she rarely cuts, so its up to her waist. It's rarely in a ponytail and such. She wears the Camp Half-Blood T-shirt with a black leather jacket over it if she's cold, and ripped jeans with running shoes.
Personality: She's pretty tom-boyish and wild. Although can be calm when playing guitar...
Godly Parent: Aphrodite. She doesn't like the reputation she gets for it, though.
History(Before Camp Half-Blood, when arrived, quests, etc.): Her father was a monster to her. She'll tell the rest of it if you ask.
Primary Weapon: A sharp scythe that turns into a blue feather.
Secondary Weapon: Her fists. She's trained as a martial artist by her father, before he went crazy.
Other: She's often mistaken as an Ares child.

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(Accepted! Even though I have roleplayer's block. *mind explodes* [No, I will not let you make a post, Percy. Shove off. I like making you sound wimpy.] Anyways, today's my moving day! *squee* So, I'll be on more often after today.)

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(Sorry, meant to do another one but forgot... So anxious to RP I'll change anything if its wrong~Also, I'm changing Emily's first name to Alyssa.)


Alyssa sat on a slightly withered log under the humid night. She keep sneaking peeks at Macy. Macy was sitting across her, laying on the hard summer-touched grass and snoring rather loudly. She kept thinking that Macy would betray them, in which she clenched her dark sky-blue feather tightly (but not tightly enough to ruin it). Macy didn't look mean, with her neat, short light-brown hair, blue t-shirt, and skimpy arms. Her apologetic leaf-green eyes were covered by a pair of slim glasses. The only thing that bothered Alyssa was that Macy wasn't quite normal.
If you looked waist-down, her legs were a bit... non-human, to say. Covered in thick layers of feathery chocolate-brown fur. She had goat legs, which Alyssa called Macy a 'hybrid human-yak-goat', but accidentally hurt the poor satyr's feelings. Noticing Macy was a bit emotional, Alyssa had apologized.

Never in her brightest mind would she think that one of those goddesses her father had spoke to her about (before he went crazy) was her mother. She remembered Aphrodite clearly, since her father had spoke on ages about her beauty and heart and such. There was Demeter, the goddess of harvest. Alyssa remembered this because her father and her used to pick harvests when she was younger. There was Athena, the goddess of Wisdom. She only remembered that because she had a liking into owls.
The low fire barely sent out a wisp of smoke from it, and it was made out of a damp log and a few sticks. She and Sparrow never got the hang of fires. She got off the log and edged closer to the puny crackling flames for a better warmth, the sound of crickets of such ringing in her ears.

Alyssa brushed the dark brown hair out of her eyes, and her sight fluttered quickly at the surroundings. Sparrow was suppose to stand guard, but she couldn't sleep. Alyssa didn't trust a satyr watching her sleep. Macy could be like any other monster.
She glanced over at Sparrow. He looked muscular and had shaggy gold hair. Sparrow looked like a fresh raindrop when he was asleep. His face wasn't in an agony-like expression; it was like the pain of running away and eating mere scraps of trashcan food had never caught up to him, despite the dirt on his face. The horizon was enlightened with a dull-colored light shade of pink, and the deep sky was tinged with a blue. It made her sick. Mornings were always so dull and uncolored.

On her knees, she crawled over to their satyr-guide and lightly pushed her on the shoulder. "Macy, wake up." Alyssa said softly into the goat-girl's ear after pushing the hair behind her ear. Their guide stirred, now rolling off her side and onto her back.
"Macy..." Alyssa murmured in a sing-song tune to get the satyr to awaken. Just like her father used to before whatever the heck happened to him. Her swirling leaf-green eyes flicked open, a bit wet since she'd yawned. "Gods of Olympus, Alyssa, why'd you wake me up so early?" She chided in a tired moan.
"You said this camp of yours was on Long Island. We're in New York. I just want to get there soon." Alyssa replied hollowly. "Your as stubborn as an Ares child." Macy grumbled and put her creamy-brown glasses on. "My father might as well be Ares." She growled, her teeth gritted.

She bent over Sparrow and leaned close to his ear. She could hear the sound of her breath. "Sparrow... I've come for you..." She growled in a raspy whisper into her friend's ear. Her cold, cold hands gasped his arm tightly for effect. He yelped, and Sparrow's dim blue eyes opened in a halt as he jabbed his spear in the air forwards. "Oh my god, Aly!" He panted. "Gods." Macy corrected. Alyssa's sides hurt as she laughed for a minute to long, wiping the water out of her eyes to face Sparrow's stern expression. "Why'd you do that?" He growled. "I got you good," She cooed in satisfactory. "You demigods are so immature!" Macy exclaimed, clicking her tongue in a disapproving way.
Sparrow was laughing lightly, which Macy took a bit more comfort to and let it go. "Very well. Alyssa, Sparrow, let us head on to Camp Half-Blood." Macy chirped. Alyssa flinched at the sound of her full name. "Macy? What is our parentage?" Sparrow asked, his head cocking in question. "I'm only a satyr, Sparrow. I do not know until you get claimed." She replied, fixing the position of her glasses and standing up.
"Claimed?" Alyssa murmured. "Your godly parent will claim you with their sign or blessing." Macy shrugged, and put on her steel-blue hoodie. Alyssa and Sparrow looked at each other in sync, their gaze locking. Both were obviously confused, and they usually depended on the other one for answers. Alyssa had to depend on Sparrow for answers the most. Alyssa shrugged and mouthed 'I don't know,' and Sparrow gave a nod in return.
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Sparrow took the ripe tangerine that Macy offered him for two reasons. 1) He was hungry from his days as a runaway; and 2) He liked Macy. Not the 'crush' like, but he liked her because of her strong resemblance to his Aunt Kara. His Aunt was like the mother who should of been there for him during his childhood. His mother had been a heart breaker. She broke the hearts of a series of men, her family's, and Sparrow. The worst part was that Sparrow had to live with her. So far in his tragic life, Sparrow had only took a liking to three people. Actually, two people and a half, since Macy was a satyr. Alyssa, whom he'd had a tiny crush on for a very short period of time (he grew over it), his Aunt Kara, and Macy.
His legs were sore from the walk. 'Walk' as in jog. He and Alyssa had the run to catch up to Macy, who was so excited she'd begun trampling in the forest. She had told them she missed the forests since it'd taken so long to find them, but Sparrow never expected for her to be this happy. AS she trampled, her short brown hair flew back and her arms outstretched. He'd never seen anyone this happy in his life.

Sparrow's eyes went up to the top of the stone arc. It read Camp Half-Blood. This was very confusing, though. Sparrow had dyslexia. He nudged Alyssa in the shoulder. "Aly. Is it just me or can you read those words...?" He muttered to her. She nodded, her eyes widened. Alyssa had dyslexia too. "It's a bit strange for a camp to be called ''Half-Blood''. Their songs must be so awkward...
O' thy Blood will spill to the half...! Go Camp Half-Blood!" She began to sing, but Sparrow nudged her chuckling. "Aly, don't make fun." They trudged into the Camp, to see so many things that Sparrow nearly fainted. It was so clean. And happy.
(Sorry if it's a bit long :P)

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(Bump...)

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(Hopefully your Alyssa won't get confused with the Kane Chronicles Alyssa. Don't worry, TKC Alyssa is just a minor character, it doesn't matter much.)
{Sorry, it 'tis very short.}
[But at least I'm back. In black. Wait, no, this time I'm back in white.]
|I think this is just a little bit to get the plot along.|

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Annabeth

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Annabeth worriedly carried the unconscious Callie to the Big House while Percy followed curiously. It was nice that they had thought to make the Big House double as an infirmary, as Camp Half-Blood needed an infirmary much more often then she wished to admit. Annabeth turned around for a second when she thought she saw a satyr coming toward camp with new demigods, but she focused on the task at hand.

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Percy

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Percy saw Annabeth come out of the Athena cabin and he immediately stood up. She was carrying someone unconscious. Was it Callie, the girl that had mentioned a curse? Maybe this had something to do with this "curse". Percy followed Annabeth curiously. He needed some answers.

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Nico

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Nico stalked two obvious newcomers and a satyr. Or the reason he couldn't recognize the new ones might have been because it had been a while since he visited Camp. He didn't really care which. Eventually it was obvious that the two of them were new. Nico almost laughed at the girl's little song. Almost. He hadn't laughed at anything since Bianca's death, and it was unlike him to even almost laugh as he had when he heard the unnamed girl's tune. He walked into camp as soon as he was sure that no one was watching him and creeped to the Hades cabin, opening the door.

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Sadie

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"I swear, there's something wrong with this place. I just know it," Sadie commented. "No," replied Carter, "I feel like I've been here before. It's a good place. I know for sure that I'm not wrong." Sadie rolled her eyes. "Of course Mr. Wikipedia can't be wrong," she said sarcastically. Sadie had seen the power coming from the tree that made the force-field when she had looked into the Duat. Something was off about this place, and she would convince Carter of that.

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