Something Wicked This Way Comes - Agatha

[moros]

The sun was shinning, children were laughing, and somewhere in the distance there was music playing. Misery, that was the best way that Moros could explain it. Rumor had it that Apate. was there somewhere, not that it made any sense to him. This place was pleasant and if there was anyone in the world less pleasant then he then surely it was Apate. It was insanity, it really was, clearly she was attempting to do something if she was wasting her time at some summer camp. There was nothing that Moros hated more then teenagers, they were insufferable creatures that believed in absurd things like choices and love. If Moros laughed, that would be the one thing he laughed at, the belief in love. It was a joke, it truly was.

Moros ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against Thalia's tree. He strongly considered stabbing the old pine just on principle. It was because of that stupid piece of wood that the Demi-Gods of the world had been protected this last century. Thoughtlessly he toyed with the dagger, the cool metal pressed against his finger. He wanted to stab the tree he really truly did, but he knew better then to mess with fate. Impending doom was his specialty and though he had to wait patiently, he knew in due time blood would stain the hill. The thought made him smile, it was a rarity but it didn't make the situation any less morbid.

Moros' thoughts drifted to his sister Apate. It had been quite a few years since he saw her and even longer before that last encounter. He supposed it was better for everyone this way, they were a particularly troublesome pair to say the least. Idly he wondered where she was or who exactly she was trying to harm now. He didn't doubt for a moment that somewhere in the cards she was trying to topple the Olympians. Much to his dismay things were always a little cloudy when it came to the fate of the Olympians.

As with everything Moros knew how the world would end, he had seen it many times. The fact that had always eluded him was when. He could predict the end for people, for civilizations and rulers but he could not foretell the end of the Olympians. It was a fact that made him extremely bitter. He wondered if the other gods had these kinds of issues. Where there holes in their abilities? Could Zeus only make lightning when it was humid? Could Aphrodite only make the good and willing love sick? He doubted it and Moros hated them all the more for it.

"What lovely scenery," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. This place really would prove to be truly miserable. He couldn't leave though at least not until he found his sister.

474 . Agatha Ellyse

[Apate]

Apate simply loved this place. That being the heaviest sarcasm, of course. Especially on a nice sunny day like today when everyone was enjoying the day. She’d managed to seed some havoc at least, convincing without needing to say anything that an Aphrodite girl had an enormous zit on her forehead, one of the minor god demidorks needed to get into a fight with that Clarisse girl from the Ares cabin, and that Delia girl from Hermes cabin was now paranoid that one of her sisters was working against her behind her back. All in a day’s work. Of course, she was still keeping up her innocent little girl disguise. That was half the fun, after all. Now she was at the obstacle course, having feigned tiring out while the rest of ‘her cabin’, that useless Hermes cabin, since she was parading around as an unclaimed to just spite the high and mighty Percy Jackson, finished and started back. One of them stopped to make sure she was alright and she brushed it off as saying she just needed to rest for a little bit and would be back at the cabin later.

She had no intention of rushing, though, or resting. She got up and started walking. There were some demidorks in the strawberry fields who needed pestering. When she got close enough, though, she found something else: a presence, a power surge of sorts. It was faint, but familiar. Setting off again with a new purpose, she headed for the Big House and a figure swam into view beyond it near the pine tree so revered here. Suppressing a smirk that would have looked very strange on a 9-year-old little girl in a camp t-shirt, jean sorts, tennis shoes, and a pony tail, she kept her course set on the young-looking boy. She knew better though. That was no young boy. It was one of her dear brothers. Spending time with him in a pithos and he was not easy to forget. And his voice, as she caught his unemotional words, hadn’t changed much since then either.

A strand of deep brown hair swayed against her pale cheek in the slight breeze as she walked up to the tree and stopped, fixing the boy with deep brown eyes. “Well, well, well. Here to enjoy the show?” she asked with a smirk finally, dropping any of the innocent act she usually held around the camp so that only her appearance remained. She glanced down at his dagger. “Hmm, enjoy the show or create your own, I suppose. Patience is only worth it in select cases after all.”

Word Count: 438
Note: Heh heh heh… Let the fun begin.

[moros]

In all his existence Moros had never known anyone more unpredictable then the fates. Which was saying a lot as it was his eternal curse to know how they intended to ruin everyone. It was a rather depressing outlook on life but he was the good of doomsday and there wasn’t exactly an optimistic way to deal with that. There were all those people in the world who preached about not knowing how much time you had with the people you loved. Moros didn’t love anyone but he most definitely know how much time the people he hated had. Unfortunately for him the people he really hated weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Moros couldn’t help but to think it really was an unkind tragedy. He believed in love once when he was young and naïve long before he had escaped the pithos. When he finally did he escape he learned what a lie it all was. That was the last time he cared about anything. If anyone ever questioned it he probably would have argued it had something to do with being stuck so close to hope all those years. Thoughts like these were his deepest and most private, no one would ever know them not even his sister.

Appearances were unreliable, Moros knew that as well as any god. For whatever reason very few of them were content of keeping up one particular appearance. Apparently that was far too easy. Voice and tone those were essential to knowing what threat you faced. At the moment though Moros was aware he wasn’t facing any sort of threat at all. In fact this was much more of an ally, if he could be considered to have any of those. “You know me Apate, I prefer to push people in the right direction. I’ll leave the rewrites up to you.” If there was one thing he could be sure of it was that his sister was very against letting things run their course. This was why her plains failed so often but he would let her keep trying if she insisted. Eventually she would realize that certain things were inevitable. “I’d much rather waste my hastiness of something more worthy than this stupid tree,” he said stabbing the tree inadvertently. Moros looked at the limited damage he had just caused, “my hand slipped.” It was beyond a lie but he knew it would amuse her anyways. It wasn’t like the dagger would do anything to the tree, it was just his satisfying dig at this miserable place.

“So why are we in this dismal place?” he questioned resting back against the tree. The magic of the golden fleece washed over him as if warning him to move away from the tree. Moros wasn’t about to be ousted by some old goat that had died forever ago. “I have half a mind to blow the Apollo cabin to pieces just to make things interesting.” Moros really hated Apollo he was far too happy for anyone to ever want to be around him. Really the dude was just completely ridiculous. How anyone had ever thought it was a good idea to keep something that alive was a wonder to him.

536 . Apate