Heart of Life (DEVIN)

[Anabelle Clarence]

Summer was amazing. Even though it was almost over, Anabelle didn't want it to end. The past winter had been sad and gray, depressing with all of the sick campers. Spring had brought new hope. All of the summer-only campers had come and all of the activities had more demigods. Summer was like the sun rising after a century of darkness. It brought new hope to the demigods. There was only one place to be on a early August day like this one, and it was the strawberry fields.

The fields were beautiful in the summer. The strawberries were big and red and juicy, and the satyrs and nymphs danced around playing music. A lot of the Dionysus and Demeter kids liked to hang around there, too. It was a sweet spot for all of the Earth-loving demigods to hang out and read, listen to music or just talk.

Today, Anabelle was sitting out in the fields eating a salad with fresh lettuce, some sort of cheese and fresh-picked strawberries, reading a Greek-translated version of Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, and drinking an Arnold Palmer. Perfection.

Her siblings were around her, either tending to the berries or involving themselves in their own activities. They took shifts tending to the strawberries with the Dionysus kids, and soon it would be Anabelle's turn to use a bit of magic and real gardening to make sure that the berries were perfect. After all, these berries had to be sold to make money to support the camp. Supporting the camp was very important. Just imagine if those berries weren't around?

Even though she lived with her siblings, Anabelle realized that she never really caught up with them much. She would like to talk to some of them more. She put down her book, thinking for a moment. Some of the Huntresses were daughters of Demeter, and they had been nice to talk to while they were living at the camp. Anabelle looked around her. She knew her siblings by name, but never by personality. What were they even like?

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[Devin Sampat]

Devin frowned as the charts in front of him seemed to shift again. That doesn't make sense. His fingers were already subconsciously trying out the guitar chord, but the position felt awkward. Sighing, the son of Demeter closed his eyes briefly before reopening them. He glared at the chords again, as if it were the paper's fault that he couldn't make out the proper positions. Why couldn't he have been one of the lucky demigods who had been born without dyslexia? Or ADHD for that matter. As a child of one of the more minor Olympians, he didn't really need the battle reflexes.

A shrill chirp emanated from his watch, shattering his focus. Time to go weeding. For some reason, the weeds seemed to resist his powers, doing everything they could to avoid being magically uprooted. Devin had quickly learned this after one tried to trip him. As a result, it was his least favorite part of watching over the strawberries. At least he usually had a partner to assist him...

Where was she anyways? His gaze swept across the area, searching for Anabelle. It didn't take long before he spotted her a couple of yards away, staring out into the distance. Getting to his feet, Devin brushed the dirt off of him and stuck the book of chords he had been studying into his back pocket. They would have to wait for another time.

Once he had approached her, Devin hesitated before speaking, reluctant to pull her away from her thoughts. "Anabelle?" He waited until he was sure he had her attention. "I think we're up now." Giving her an apologetic smile, Devin offered her a trowel.