Second Chances [Phobos]

[Aria Hale]

The last thing Aria remembered was a flash of lightning and the boat tipping way too far. She’d lost her footing. Her feet had slid out from under her. She’d lost her grip on both the railing and the lifejacket, and before she could think, all she felt was cold. And her wrist was stinging horrible and bent at an unnatural angle. It didn’t help that the waves were tearing her in every direction. Or that she had no idea how to swim. She couldn’t even tread water. She could see the bottom of the boat near her, but that was it. It was all murk, except for when the water would occasionally light up at a lightning flash.

She couldn’t hear anything either. And she couldn’t breathe. What were the other two doing? Did they notice she’d fallen in? She was going to die like this, wasn’t she? A wave of panic washed over her, stronger than any of the waves of water battering her around. That was her worst fear: death. And here it looked like she was going to meet it head-on, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She would die here, like a rag doll. And no one would care. She wouldn’t even go down fighting. How do you fight water? She would just go down.

Her nightmare swam in front of her eyes: the faces of all the people she’d killed in cold blood in her years in Detroit, and her father. All there to take their revenge on her, to take her life. But instead of her usual dream, of her father firing the final shot and her waking when she should have been killed… the figures started to fade, simply watching her hatefully. But they weren’t the only things fading. Everything seemed to be fading. Like she was losing her ability to see. Her whole body felt heavy. The surface was so far. So this was death.

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[Phobos]

Phobos was never one to pass up the opportunity to make a new “friend”. And by friend he meant pawn in his plot to overthrow Olympus. So when he watched his brother and the other two demigod girls get tossed about the Ocean he couldn’t resist coming in for a closer look. He had originally intended to speak with his brother Ryan but the little blonde who fell overboard was just too good to ignore. Letting her die would have been one option but saving her and swaying her to his side served a better purpose. The boat had been tossed away from where the girl landed in the water. Now was the time to make his entrance.

I’ll save you when they could not. He sent the message to the girl’s mind. A cruel smile spread across his face.

The skies parted above the site where the girl had drifted, from beyond the storm clouds Phobos descended like an honest to goodness God of something other than Fear. He rode in a small chariot that half resembled his fathers. It was deep red stained with blood from battle with a single white Pegasus pulling at the reins. The stark white was a sharp contrast to the deep red and black colors of the chariot. Phobos still wore his modern clothing, white t-shirt with a black leather jacket and his dark sunglasses. He looked like he had just highjacked the chariot itself. The girl was sinking in the water fast. Phobos rode straight into the water and down grabbing the girl by her arm and driving the chariot out of the ocean. The Pegasus seemed unaffected by the water and the chariot itself was dry. The only wet aboard was the girl.

The chariot, being as small as it was, had surprisingly enough space for the girl. Phobos held the demigod in one arm supporting her. “Aria,” He said having seen her mind. “I got you.” The kindness in his voice was false. He laughed to himself at his acting skills. Phobos snapped the reins and the Pegasus took off. He was driving them to a tiny forgotten island in the middle of the Atlantic where he could better talk to the girl. It only took a few minutes until they arrived on an island away from the storm. It was no more than a mile long and half a mile around. There was a small beach that faded into grass and palm trees. Phobos landed the chariot and set Aria on the sand. “You’re safe now.” He said sitting on the edge of the chariot watching her overtop of his sunglasses.

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NOTES "Hope this is all okay

[Aria Hale]

Aria was seconds away from giving up and just letting the water take her, as though she had a choice, when a voice came out of nowhere. It didn’t sound watery, or anything like that, so it wasn’t through the water. At first, she thought she was going crazy. Maybe the ocean water got to her brain. Was that even possible? Maybe it was her imagination. Then she thought she saw someone in a chariot and a pegasus… But she was underwater. Unless… oh gods. Her first thought was the only one she knew had a chariot, and that was the last one she wanted to see: her father. Either she was slipping into nightmares, or he probably had decided to come rejoice in her demise face-to-face. Wonderful. If she had the energy, she probably would have cursed to herself, but she didn’t even bother with that. She just closed her eyes against the stinging of the rushing waters and waited for things to end.

Then she felt someone grab her arm and the water start moving differently than it had been a moment ago, as though she herself were moving. That, she wasn’t imagining. She opened her eyes slightly against the current just as she broke the surface of the water. All she could tell was she was in the chariot now; she knew the anatomy of chariots pretty well and there was no mistaking that. But that was about all she was able to make out before she started coughing. And it hurt like Hades. Salt water and lungs did not mix well. The pain was actually a good thing though… That meant she really wasn’t dead, didn’t it? She didn’t know that much about the Underworld - she didn’t pay much attention to the mythology classes at Camp - except that it probably didn’t include flying chariots and coughing up sea water. Though hey, who could tell for sure?

Between the coughs she heard a voice. That wasn’t the voice of her father, she knew that one from her dreams/nightmares. It sounded younger, still male, and kind. But he, whoever ‘he’ was, knew her. Or rather, he knew her name. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but at the moment she really didn’t care. She just held on to him with whatever energy she had left, trying to clear her lungs into her already-soaked sleeve. But the ride didn’t last long. It had to only be a few minutes before she felt a distinct bump of what she assumed was landing - she hadn’t really flown in a chariot before, so it wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to. And… sand? Oh thank the gods - something she didn’t do often - it was dry land. Whoever had rescued her had brought her to dry land! She coughed again and wiped at her eyes, which stung like Hades, before looking to the chariot near her and the young man sitting on the edge of it.

Well, she was right about one thing: he wasn’t her father. At least, she didn’t think Apollo ever wore a black leather jacket and sunglasses. He reminded her more of the ringleader of the gang she’d belonged to growing up, which was surprisingly reassuring. She pushed herself up, which was roughly when she realized sharply and suddenly that her wrist was sprained. She gasped, but cut it off by biting her tongue and shifting her weight to the other hand until she was fully sitting up facing her savior and holding her hurt wrist against her stomach as though this would somehow help. “Who… are you? Why did you save me? I mean, thank you…” Even with the thanks, her tone clearly gave away her confusion. She’d never met this guy before, and the fact that he had a flying chariot had to mean something pretty substantial, so he wasn’t just like Joe Smoe or something. And yet he’d taken the time and care to keep her, someone who really didn’t have any friends or family to speak of, from sinking to the bottom of the ocean. He seemed like he actually gave half a drachma about her, and that was more than she could say for anyone at Camp Half-Blood or even back in Detroit. Or even her real father.

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Note: Wow, I did not mean for it to be that long! lol And of course your post is awesome! Don't worry about that.

[Phobos]

Phobos loved the idea of having a new “friend”. He didn’t have friends just pawns in his scheme to rule on Olympus. And since he saved this girl from drowning she owed him a lot and that would make her much easier to control. Phobos decided that he would first gain the girl’s trust. If she sided with him on her own he wouldn’t have to outright threaten her. Phobos had tried the threatening tactic with Julia and it would seem that she would more than likely chose to go against him. Phobos needed people on his side who wanted to be there and who would stand up for his cause not just because he held something powerful over them.

Soon enough Phobos would have his champion after searching for the right demi-god Phobos has finally narrowed it down to one promising boy that held so much darkness in his heart. He would be the one to lead his troops to victory against Camp Half-Blood. Phobos still needed an army of demigods, and Aria would be a perfect addition.

“Ssh. You don’t need to thank me.” He said gently putting his hand on Aria’s shoulder. Phobos took out some ambrosia and nector and offered it to her. “Have some, it will bring your strength back.” This kindness thing was going to be the death of him but he had to put on a good performance and make it believable. Phobos sat beside Aria and watched her for a minute.

“I’m Phobos, God of Fear.” Phobos held his hand up to Aria, “Now before you start thinking anything negative about me you should know that rumors are usually wrong. You shouldn’t assume one thing about a person by a title alone. I may be the God of Fear but I don’t think it makes me evil.” He chuckled a lightly and leaned back in the sand. “Evil is all a matter of perception. People perceive me as evil and vile but I’m only trying to make this world better. Tell me Aria do you think it is fair how the minor gods are treated? More importantly, how the demigods are treated?”

Phobos shook his head and frowned digging his hands into the sand. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to burden you with this question while you rest. Forget I said anything. But I’m not the enemy like many would have you believe. If I were truly evil like they say, I would have let you drown. Your so-called friends would not pull you from Poseidon’s fury. But I did. You’re very special Aria, and underrated by many. You don’t deserve it.”

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NOTES "sorry it is a little short.

[Aria Hale]

Aria watched the young man get out some ambrosia and nectar. There was something different about him. Not that she’d paid any attention to anyone really back at Camp Half-Blood, but he didn’t seem like any demigod. She took the offered ambrosia and nectar with a quick thanks and ate a bit. Know him or not, he saved her life. And he was one of the few people she’d ever met who was genuinely nice to her. It only took a minute or so for the pain in her wrist to go away and she could already feel her energy returning. It had been the first time she actually used this stuff. Her old motto had always been ‘suck it up and move on’ and she’d gone on with that pretty well. After all, on the streets of Detroit, this stuff wasn’t really something you could get a hold of.

When he introduced himself, she looked up at him, meeting those strange dark sunglasses. Why was he wearing sunglasses? It wasn’t that bright out. She shoved the question aside. So he was a god. And the god of Fear, at that. Maybe she should be afraid, but she found herself more curious than anything. She hadn’t been planning on freaking out or anything, but she let him explain. If there were rumors out there, like he mentioned, she didn’t know them. She kept almost exclusively to herself at Camp, maybe heard his name once in passing, but not connected to anything, and didn’t pay attention in mythology lessons those few times she bothered to attend at all. “ ‘Course not,” she agreed when he took the time to break for a second and lean back before continuing.

Then he asked one of the big questions: was all this fair? No, of course not. She’d been furious about it, fueled by that anger since the day she realized her father would never come back and her mom would never care about her. Since the day she had to start taking care of herself, finally run away from him home and join the gangs to survive. Since the day she lost hope. No, none of it was fair. Not a single thing. She cursed every god sitting comfortably on Olympus, and doubly so for her useless father who ruined everything. Her jaw set at his question, the old anger that had come to define her building again. “No. It’s not fair. It never was.” Her tone came out surprisingly harsh. But she didn’t regret it. Finally, she could speak the truth. It was refreshing.

He was right about Avery and Ryan too. They were just as much friends as her father was. Put on a face for the public, maybe. Act like it would be okay back at Camp. But then they got to sea. Ryan was quick to turn back into her enemy, snap at her when she tried to help him. She was trying to help him. And he stabbed her in the back. And then Avery. If it weren’t for her, Aria never would have gone out onto that deck. She should have realized it was a bad idea. Even Aria knew that, and she didn’t know the first thing about boats! Ryan was right there. He could have helped her. But he didn’t. Avery hated her, and she knew it. To think it had crossed her mind once that they might, maybe, get along eventually. So much for that. She was just another backstabber. She wondered where the two were now. Probably safe and sound on their stupid little boat enjoying that they had one less person to deal with, one less person to split rations with. Gods, she hated them. They let this happen. If it weren’t for Phobos, she’d be dead because of them. To think she ever trusted them.

She looked back to Phobos. He actually appreciated her. He gave half a drachma about her, which was more than pretty much anyone on this planet could say. It was one of those rare occasions where she actually smiled. Not the cold sneer she usually had back at Camp, but a real smile. God of Fear or not, maybe she really had found a real friend. One that wouldn’t let her down like all the others, wouldn’t leave her behind to die. And she would stick by his side, not just because she was indebted to him, but because she sort of felt a connection to the misunderstood god who shared her views. “Thank you, Phobos…”

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[Phobos]

Phobos sat forward crossing his arms watching Aria much like a friend would. He didn’t need to remind himself that friends were not a necessity but he had to somehow portray what a friend would be like. Aria was just another playing piece that he could acquire. And the way the words rolled off Aria’s tongue made Phobos chuckle inside. She agreed with the injustice in the way the minor Gods were treated...as well as demigods. Phobos could have cared less about demigods but Aria didn’t need to know that. He nodded slowly to show his understanding and sympathy. He deserved a damn Oscar for the role of the caring God of Fear. Wasn’t that a glorious paradox?

He was very careful with how he worded his argument against the son of Ares and daughter of Hermes. Phobos could rely on the chance that she wasn’t really friend with them because, after all, they were all on a quest together. If he said anything that would upset Aria in a way to turn against him Phobos would be out a new piece on his chessboard. Phobos brushed the sand from his pants, flicking away the tiny grains that remained on his hands. He waited for a moment making his face look more vulnerable and even....lovable. He struggled not to shudder at the idea.

“But I mean I’m sure your friends tried to save you. I’m sure they did everything they could.” He shrugged pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. Phobos continued to watch her and he motioned toward the ambrosia. “How is that helping? I hope you don’t mind my company for a little while longer. I can’t just leave you here.” Phobos leaned forward a little. The corners of his mouth turned down, “I can take you back soon as you feel better. You don’t have to be stuck here with the God of Fear. Most people don’t like to be around me because they think I’m scary.” Phobos chuckled at this lifted his head to the sky.

By the Gods was he good at this acting thing. Phobos had never had to manipulate anyone to this extent before, but it was fun. The deception was the best part. Phobos thought about Apate and how she was probably off somewhere just sensing the deceit that coursed through Phobos’s veins. He couldn’t help but think of how proud she would be. Not that he wanted to impress her. But he respected minor Gods like her.

“Then again they treat most of the minor Gods like this. No respect and so soon to judge just because we don’t sit on top of Mount Olympus. But we outnumber them. They think they can order us around and the demigods as well. The way they order you around makes me—“ Phobos paused for dramatic effect. He swallowed making it look like it was a very difficult topic to talk about. He sighed and forced a smile toward Aria. “Sorry, I get on this topic and it just boils my ichor. We don’t have to talk about such things though. What about you, and Camp Half-Blood. What about your parents? You must miss them.”

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NOTES "He does deserve an Oscar lol

[Aria Hale]

Aria dug her fingers of her free hand into the sand and decided not to comment on Avery and Ryan. She still wasn’t sure what to think of them. If Avery hadn’t sent her out like she’d said, then this wouldn’t have happened. And Ryan was right there, he could have helped, right? But no, she was here. She remembered all the snide comments from Ryan just before the storm started. He was probably happy to be rid of her. And Avery? Well, from the off it was pretty clear they didn’t get along. What if she’d actually sent Aria out on deck on purpose? It was a horrible thought, but she couldn’t quite push it fully out of her head. She looked down at the little piece of ambrosia left forgotten in her hand when he mentioned it. “Oh. It’s helping a lot. Thank you. And I definitely don’t mind the company. Better than most of the company at that Camp.” She ate the last little piece and folded her hands over her knee.

Though when he mentioned taking her back, she looked back up at him quickly. “Can I stay with you? I mean, I don’t know how much use a demigod could be to a god, but… I can fight. And I’m really good with a gun, or any projectile really. I don’t want to go back to that camp. Everyone there is terrible and I’d sooner run away than stay there.” In fact, she had tried to run away. Twice. Once she was stopped by Apollo and the second time by Ryan. If she had to try again, she would simply fight her way to freedom. But she hoped it wouldn’t come to that. “And I want to repay you.”

She fell silent and listened, something she did not often actually do in the past, as he talked about the Olympians. Her own anger was rising at the thought, and when he mentioned her mom, it only made it worse. “No, I don’t miss them. Any of them,” she said coldly. “I hate everyone at that stupid camp just like they all hate me. And I have no family. My stupid excuse for a father made my mother into a monster and she took it out on me, so I ran away. I joined a gang until that stupid satyr came to drag me away to Camp Prison. I hate her, and I hate him. I hate all of the Olympians. I don’t miss anything. Not even Avery and Ryan. Avery knew how dangerous that storm was and she sent me out in it anyway. She wanted me dead. And Ryan was right there, he could have helped me when I fell, but he didn’t. He’s probably perfectly happy without me there anymore. Good riddance to them. Good riddance to all of them.” She realized that she was gripping her knees so hard her nails almost dug into them and released some of the tension, though it did nothing to lessen her anger.

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Note: Yes he does! lol

[Phobos]

Phobos had to keep a twisted cruel smile from his face. Aria requesting to stay with him was simply the best thing that could have happened. She was very willing to be with him, which meant that little manipulation was needed. Phobos kept the sweet kind and understand smile in his expression. What was more was that Aria seemed to hate the idea of going back to Camp and all of the people who resided there. A completely willing pawn that had no close ties to the half-bloods at Camp. It was perfect. Phobos was going to like having Aria as his own toy very much. She could probably serve as a captain or something in his army. That son of Eos would be the champion but with the cold-hearted Aria by his side, the demigods would be running in fear. And Phobos loved it when people ran in fear.

He placed a hand on Aria’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I understand how you feel about the demigods there. They are unappreciative of real talent and skills, its nothing but a popularity contest. They all love that Percy Jackson just because he’s a son of the Big Three. The half-bloods there are no better than the Gods who reside on Mount Olympus.”

Pushing the sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose, Phobos has to restrain from chuckling. He was sorry he ever doubted the true nature of Aria. Phobos expected her to resist at some point, and to try and defend her family or friends. As fate would have it, she apparently had neither. The coldness and distance in Aria’s voice as she spoke about her past made Phobos the happiest he had been in a long time. Why couldn’t all demigods be like this one? She was bitter, and cynical and Phobos loved it! He was getting chills just listening to how messed up her life was. Phobos glanced down and saw her fingers dig into her knees. And while she wasn’t looking Phobos gave a crooked smirk that was full of evil intentions. Clearing his throat he replaced the dark expression with a lighter one.

“Well Aria, you have no idea how hap—horrible it makes me feel at all of the things you had to go through in your life.” Phobos put an around and pulled a little closer. “I think they all deserve to suffer for what they put me and yourself through. Just imagine how many other Gods and Demigods feel the way you do. We shouldn’t prolong their suffering. It’s time to put an end to the rule of the Olympians and those holier than thou demigods.” Phobos loved this part. His vision was becoming a reality. Phobos imagined what it would feel like to sit on Zeus’s throne. That would be the first thing he did. He didn’t even mind overthrowing his father or mother at this point. Phobos was so focused on his ambition of total control.

“Stick with me Aria, and you’ll be able to show them the same kindness and gratitude they have shown you over the years. With me you can do anything and accomplish everything you wanted to.” Phobos smiled at Aria and held out his hand. “What do you say Aria? Join me in the quest to bring a new era to this unjust world, or go back to the fools who would as soon let you drown?”

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NOTES "This song ran through my head at the last part of this post!
SONG "H E R E

[Aria Hale]

Aria felt a thousand times lighter when Phobos agreed to her request to stay with him. It was like, after all these years, she’d finally caught a break. About time. Normally, she would have shoved anyone off who dared show any sort of caring for her, much less put a comforting hand on her shoulder. But with Phobos, well, he seemed to understand her better than anyone she’d ever met. Not that that was really saying all that much to be honest, but still. She nodded. “Thank you so much. I promise you won’t regret it. I’m not like all those pompous idiots. I want to help you.” His question, though, brought her mood back down. Friends? Family? As far as she knew or cared, she had none. And she gladly told him just that in no uncertain terms.

She fell silent after her little rant and listened to his words. She caught the little piece of a word that was cut off before he could finish it, but she didn’t pay it much attention. She wasn’t in the best of moods and these topics seemed to be having similar effects on his mood as well. So slip-ups were understandable. No one was perfect. She wasn’t sure what to make of it when he put his arm around her. No one had ever done that, at least not in a really friendly way, that she could remember. But his words were so encouraging. She nodded in agreement. “They have no idea the harm they’re causing. Or they don’t care. Or both. But they should know. They should be made to care. It’s not fair to the rest of us.”

Aria took a deep breath and looked at him, not even realizing that whole time she’d been looking at the ground, lost in her own angry thoughts. “Alright.” She firmly took his hand. “I’ll gladly join you. It’s high time there was a bit of equality around here.” Determination shown in her eyes. For the first time, she felt she had a cause. A real cause worth fighting for. One that she’d wanted to fight for all her life, she realized, but maybe just never got the chance. So that mythical ‘golden opportunity’ stuff did exist after all. She was not about to waste it.

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[Phobos]

Phobos was just teaming with ideas that involved using Aria as a chess piece. He needed to collect a few more pieces in order to put a full-scale attack into the equation. Of course that didn’t mean that Phobos couldn’t send the pathetic half-bloods a warning. It would give him the opportunity to try out the loyalties of all of his pawns. Mostly Phobos wanted to test Aria. He had ensured his alliance with the son of Triton and the son of Thanatos but Phobos wasn’t holding anything over the daughter of Apollo’s head. With a few monsters and a minor God or two a small attack on Camp Half-Blood could be fun. Oh yes, so much fun.

Phobos smirked at Aria, “Oh I’m sure I won’t.” he replied. She claimed to want to help Phobos but the God of Fear wasn’t so quick to trust others. He had learned over the millennia to be guarded and the word of the Gods was never set in stone. Phobos didn’t even fully trust his twin, and he was sure Deimos didn’t trust him either. Trust was not a word Phobos recognized or used. The word of a demi god was just about a useful as the word of a God. And that meant very little.

He needed to be sure Aria wouldn’t back down in the face of battle. He just needed to be able to rely on her in battle. If it turned out she couldn't be reliable to his cause then Phobos would not hesitate to dispose of her. Phobos used to play it “nice” and kept on the back burner just getting kicks out of torturing and messing with his siblings but Phobos had been scorned too many times. That time with Percy Jackson had been the last straw. Phobos was now out for blood. The one person you never want to make angry is the one who knows your greatest fear, big mistake by the half bloods.

He sighed turning his attention back to Aria. “The Gods don’t care about their children, though they make an attempt by shipping you off to a camp where you become their soldiers. Is that really what a loving parent would do, send their child to boot camp to fight a war that is not their own?” Phobos picked up a fist full of sand and watched as it sifted through his fingers. “It was only a matter of time before the Olympians had an uprising. But it isn’t just their half blood children they have wronged. It is their pure blooded Gods, myself included.”

Once the sand had gone he dusted off his hands and scooted closer to Aria. “The ones at camp are so disillusioned by their parents that they would follow their orders blindly. They are just like their pious parents. Consumed by selfish tendency and arrogant ideals.” As Aria shook his hand Phobos’s eyes glowed bright red under his dark shades out of pure malicious glee. Phobos just needed to secure his champion and the final battle would be near at hand. He stood up and moved over to the chariot and climbed aboard. Phobos turned and extended a hand to her.

“What are we waiting for Aria? Why don’t we go let Camp Half-Blood know what they are up against? Show them that their fears are very much real. We’re one step closer to the end Aria. Where do you want to stand, by my side victorious or steeped in blood with the losers at Camp Half-Blood?”

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NOTES "Dear sweet Zeus, Phobos just scared the crap out of me.
SONG "H E R E

[Aria Hale]

Aria watched Phobos still slightly guardedly, simply because she’d been keeping up such thick walls for so very long that it was habit now. He seemed to lose himself in thought an awful lot. That wasn’t really her style usually. Hit first and ask later. It tended to lead to not being the one hit more often. And if you didn’t take the time to think about things, didn’t dwell on them, then it was easier to justify everything. In some cases, it was less painful. She shoved the thoughts back as she always did before they could tear at her. She had a guilty and rough past and she bore many scars from it. The only thing she was better at than fighting for it was hiding herself, stopping the world from getting to her, or at least slowing it’s wearing.

She listened to his spiel on the gods sending their children off to boot camp, and she couldn’t agree more. “They don’t want children at all. They want their own personal slave army. I don’t pretend to be an authority or something on family, but the Olympians suck at it.” She looked at Phobos with a measure of respect. “I have heard some of the stories of the wrongs they’ve done to other gods. I generally don’t pay attention in mythology lessons, or even go really, but what I have heard is disgusting. Why the other demigods can follow gods like that is beyond me. It’s so ridiculous.”

He could have been the god of stupid kittens or torture or something revolting like that even, but he had really great ideas. She gladly took his hand and decided to join his team. No more did she think at all about her siblings at camp or Ryan or Avery. They were nothing to her. She had a new, a real, a better, family, and Phobos was the first of this wonderful new chapter. She stood when he did and brushed as much sand off her tattered and still-wet clothing and wiped her hand on her arm to try to get the wet sand off it before taking his offered hand with a smirk and climbing up beside him. “I think that is long-past called for. They need a wake-up call. I’ll be standing by your side the entire time. Lead the way, Phobos.”

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Song: HERE - (more reflecting on Camp)