Explinations {OPEN}

[Artemisia Williams]

Darkness. The girl ran through darkness, running from unseen foes. The girl most likely cried out in her sleep, but she did not know. However, a male voice kept whispering to her, but she could not understand it. The girl tossed and turned. Why couldn't she dream of something nice? Why did it have to be nightmares?

Everything that had happened in the last month came flooding back to Artemisia and her nightmares continued. Her hands clenched the bedspread beneath her. The final monsters before the two people that rescued her were those man eating birds. She could not think of the name at the moment, but that had been Artemisia's most terrifying moment in her entire life.

Suddenly she heard her mother. "Get to Camp Half-Blood! It's your only chance. CAMP HALF-BLOOD!"

"Mom no! WAIT! COME BACK MOM! COME BAAACCCCCKKK!"

Suddenly Artemisia sat up in bed. The brightness hurt her eyes and she winced, but her vision soon cleared. At first she had thought she was in a hospital when she heard things associated with it, but upon a second look she realized that this was no normal hospital. The girl whimpered and hugged her knees to her chest, "Where am I?" She asked aloud.

Artemisia felt her hair and was surprised that it was not filthy. Had she been cleaned in her sleep? Or was this only a few hours after she had been rescued? Where was she? There were so many unfamiliar faces and a LOT of serious injuries surrounding the girl. Terror struck her. What if she had been captured by someone who knew what she was and didn't like her? All Artemisia knew was that she was a freak and anyone would love to study the weird and unknown. Another whimper escaped Artemisia's lips.

[Mia Clifton]

Break time. Finally. Mia took a seat on one of the folding chairs in the corner, across from one of her half-sisters, Crystal. Yawning, she swung her legs back and forth, itching for something to do even though her body yearned for rest. She had been working in the infirmary for the past several hours for lack of anything better to do. Besides, one of her favorite sisters had asked for help, and Mia couldn't say no. There was also the possibility that Mia would somehow improve her healing skills although the chances of that were very slim. Still, it wasn't like the practice could hurt.

"So, when are you leaving?" Crystal asked, leaning back while trying to make herself comfortable on the rickety piece of furniture.

"Oh, I dunno." Mia shrugged. "Probably in a month or so? I still have to ask Artemis for permission."

"She can't not let you go! It's your sister's wedding!" Crystal leaned forward. "And you have to take me."

Mia laughed. "Yeah, I think she'll let me go. After all, I'll only be gone for a few weeks at most. It's not like we've going on hunts or anything. And I'd take you, but I don't think Mr. D would be too happy with me kidnapping you and-"

The sound of soft whimpering reached the Hunter's ears, causing her to turn around. "I think the new girl's awake."

"Here, I'll go-"

"No, you stay." Mia turned around and smiled. "You need the rest. I'm fine." Mia was pretty sure Crystal wouldn't argue with the idea of resting for a few more minutes. Just as she expected, Crystal shrugged and leaned back again.

Mia stood, stretching her limbs, before ambling over. "Hi, I'm Mia. You're at the infirmary in Camp Half-Blood right now. You'll learn more about that later." She quickly eyed the girl's wounds, trying to see if any of them had reopened or if there was an injury they had missed. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

[Amber Craze James]

Amber walked about the infirmary, one hand on her stomach and her face alight with fake cheer. The guise of shadow that had consumed the camp only field her determination to pretend nothing was wrong. In the glass smile and the plastic laugh, her bulimia and depression was lost; not to her, but to everyone else. But she knew that it was only a matter of time before she fell apart, just as she had shattered against the infirmary floor so long ago. Her physical injuries were gone, but the mental ones remained. Where was Ossac? Her brother had just vanished... And Ilo... He seemed to be gone forever. She had searched, but never found her. Sometimes she wondered if he was just an illusion played in her mind, and she had never fallen in love at all.

She sat down beside a new girl who trashed in her sleep and Amber gently brushed her cheek, trying to calm her. She had a bit of a fever, so she turned to get water; it wasn't until she turned back that she realized the little girl was sitting up, looking terrified.as Mia spoke to her. Amber slowly approaching her as to not scare her. Amber sat down on a chair next to the bed and handed her a glass of water.

"I know this must seem scary, but we won't hurt you; I'm Amber." She did her best to smile, giving a small nod to Mia. She didn't know much about her half-sister, but it was okay; friends weren't what Amber exactly wanted at the moment. "You should drink up. I think you have a slight fever."

Amber realized how hard it must have been to adjust. Like a vauge dream, she remembered when her life was crumbling; the satyr showed up, and told her where to go. It was by sheer luck that her usually paranoid mother was convinced; for it was Amber James's savior, and she needed nought her parents to string her life back together. But with the camp fading, so was she; the light in her eyes were as far away as the light in the skies. It was lie, she was psychically linked to camp; her emotions did what the camp did. It was scary, but strangely true.

She forced her clouded thoughts back to the matter at hand, smiling at the girl.

[Artemisia Williams]

Artemisia felt her neck crick as she looked at Mia. "Camp Half-Blood? THE Camp Half-Blood?" If what Mia said was true then Artemisia had made it! The girl looked at the other girl, Amber and smiled before taking the water. When she had finished she said, "Thank you." She sat back a little to put Amber and Mia in her eye sight. "I'm sorry. If this is the Camp Half-Blood my mother told me about then I was told to be here. Any reason why Stymphalian birds, creatures who aren't suppose to exist, attacked me? And for that matter other creatures?"

The girl blushed as she realized she left a key piece of information, "Sorry. My name's Artemisia. Artemisia Williams. What's Camp Half-Blood?" The girl felt a little better after the water, but she still felt a little ill and her wounds kind of hurt. Looking at Mia she nodded, "Yeah. They hurt a little bit, but its to be expected if you have scratches and bruises right?" The girl looked at the other two. She got the feeling they were both like her, freaks on the outside world, but welcomed here. What WAS Camp Half-Blood? Artemisia did not know, but at least she was being helped and no one had treated her any differently so far.