Post by Luna Ceresia on Nov 18, 2012 15:36:15 GMT -5
It was in the evening, long after the campers had sacrificed food to their parents. It was towards the end of the period of time used to sing the campfire songs, but the aura of happiness sometimes felt around the campfire was simply gone. The sickness was still ravaging the camp, the infirmary was still full, and the Apollo kids were doing their best. Why did demigods have to fall ill with this? Falling ill with the flu was bad, but a very large portion of camp falling ill with a godly flu most certainly was bad as well. Because naturally, anything godly was more dangerous.
Take for example, godly snacks- nectar and ambrosia could burn you up. Godly metal could kill monsters very effectively, but being half-bloods, it could kill you as well. Godly monsters could kill you easily. Oh, and if godly Mount Olympus were to fall, we'd probably all be dead, Luna thought, eating the last bit of her French bread. It wasn't an uncommon food here at Camp Half-Blood, and usually, when Luna ended up with something on her plate she didn't care for, she turned it into bread with her magical abilities, gifted to her by her father's affair a godly parent who's identity was probably ridiculously obvious.
Luna cleaned up the last of her food and joined everyone at the campfire, singing the campfire songs quietly before she became bored. It was good to praise the gods and all, but perhaps some of the songs went overboard- for example, currently the song being sang was about a great, ancient victory of some ancient Greeks over their enemies, which was heard quite often, and rather... 'traditional'. Hadn't this song been sang last night, or the night before? In Luna's opinion, it was quite overused.
"Hey. Kid." A son of Hermes said, gently elbowing the other demigod. "There's a glowing light above your head with a shape there. I sorta think you're being claimed."
Luna glanced up at her head, and then down at the ground in front of her, recognizing the reflected, glowing shape as a torch. Pondering for a moment, Luna realized that a torch was the symbol of Hecate, that goddess of magic. It made sense- Hecate's sacred animal was a dog, and Luna could telepathically talk to dogs. Hecate was the goddess of magic, and Luna could cast spells and do other stuff like that. Hecate was in charge of the Mist, according to other campers, and Luna had a talent for manipulating the Mist. Hecate sometimes talked to her kids in dreams- Luna had been having dreams from Mom for years, including one a few days ago probably expressing worry about most of Mom's kids at Camp Half-Blood.
"So I'm a daughter of Hecate." Luna said quietly to herself. Pandora, who was apparently Luna's half-sister, was currently in the infirmary, and the Ares cabin was betting that Pandora would die first. Naturally, any sensible mother would at least care, and want to get another child out of a place where they had a good chance of getting sick, which could be the crowded Hermes cabin- assuming this 'flu' was contagious. Muttering a spell under her breath, Luna attempted to summon her things for after the campfire, so she could move in with the minor demigods, but the Hermes cabin was out of range. No problem, Luna could get her stuff later.
At that point, Luna realized that the nearby singing had stopped and that many of the closer campers were looking at her. Slightly embarrassed, she wanted to start singing in hopes that others would join in, perhaps something about Hercules and his victory over Cerberus, or a monster like that. Unfortunatly, Luna would have had no such luck in shaking off the mild attention she was getting, and sighed in relief when Hecate's light disappeared. The campers also began to disperse to their cabins, which also provided Luna relief.
She leaned against a wooden pole closer to a doorway, dusting random stuff off of her orange Camp Half-blood shirt, and managed to successfully summon a blanket, pillow, and a knapsack full of miscellaneous objects, which were packed in a few moments, the clothes and the blanket folded and placed in the bag neatly, away from stuff like books and candy the Hermes kids swiped in exchange for stuff. Luna smiled in amusement- Hecate and Mom being the same goddess was so obvious, the daughter of Hecate was unsure how she hadn't figured it out sooner.
The girl looked over the tables, reflecting on what had happened that night.
Word Count: 776
Outfit: Camp Half-blood shirt and black jeans
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Take for example, godly snacks- nectar and ambrosia could burn you up. Godly metal could kill monsters very effectively, but being half-bloods, it could kill you as well. Godly monsters could kill you easily. Oh, and if godly Mount Olympus were to fall, we'd probably all be dead, Luna thought, eating the last bit of her French bread. It wasn't an uncommon food here at Camp Half-Blood, and usually, when Luna ended up with something on her plate she didn't care for, she turned it into bread with her magical abilities, gifted to her by her father's affair a godly parent who's identity was probably ridiculously obvious.
Luna cleaned up the last of her food and joined everyone at the campfire, singing the campfire songs quietly before she became bored. It was good to praise the gods and all, but perhaps some of the songs went overboard- for example, currently the song being sang was about a great, ancient victory of some ancient Greeks over their enemies, which was heard quite often, and rather... 'traditional'. Hadn't this song been sang last night, or the night before? In Luna's opinion, it was quite overused.
"Hey. Kid." A son of Hermes said, gently elbowing the other demigod. "There's a glowing light above your head with a shape there. I sorta think you're being claimed."
Luna glanced up at her head, and then down at the ground in front of her, recognizing the reflected, glowing shape as a torch. Pondering for a moment, Luna realized that a torch was the symbol of Hecate, that goddess of magic. It made sense- Hecate's sacred animal was a dog, and Luna could telepathically talk to dogs. Hecate was the goddess of magic, and Luna could cast spells and do other stuff like that. Hecate was in charge of the Mist, according to other campers, and Luna had a talent for manipulating the Mist. Hecate sometimes talked to her kids in dreams- Luna had been having dreams from Mom for years, including one a few days ago probably expressing worry about most of Mom's kids at Camp Half-Blood.
"So I'm a daughter of Hecate." Luna said quietly to herself. Pandora, who was apparently Luna's half-sister, was currently in the infirmary, and the Ares cabin was betting that Pandora would die first. Naturally, any sensible mother would at least care, and want to get another child out of a place where they had a good chance of getting sick, which could be the crowded Hermes cabin- assuming this 'flu' was contagious. Muttering a spell under her breath, Luna attempted to summon her things for after the campfire, so she could move in with the minor demigods, but the Hermes cabin was out of range. No problem, Luna could get her stuff later.
At that point, Luna realized that the nearby singing had stopped and that many of the closer campers were looking at her. Slightly embarrassed, she wanted to start singing in hopes that others would join in, perhaps something about Hercules and his victory over Cerberus, or a monster like that. Unfortunatly, Luna would have had no such luck in shaking off the mild attention she was getting, and sighed in relief when Hecate's light disappeared. The campers also began to disperse to their cabins, which also provided Luna relief.
She leaned against a wooden pole closer to a doorway, dusting random stuff off of her orange Camp Half-blood shirt, and managed to successfully summon a blanket, pillow, and a knapsack full of miscellaneous objects, which were packed in a few moments, the clothes and the blanket folded and placed in the bag neatly, away from stuff like books and candy the Hermes kids swiped in exchange for stuff. Luna smiled in amusement- Hecate and Mom being the same goddess was so obvious, the daughter of Hecate was unsure how she hadn't figured it out sooner.
The girl looked over the tables, reflecting on what had happened that night.
Word Count: 776
Outfit: Camp Half-blood shirt and black jeans
Tags: N/A
