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"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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Better a monster, than an arrogant God. Better an angry child than a terrible parent. Better a hated villian, than a stuck up hero.
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Song: Strangers(instrumental Or not) - The Rose
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Have you ever witnessed hundreds of kids wearing orange T-shirts running to a single spot? Bet you haven't; it looks like an eyesore, trust me-or a social commentary about a rat race to reach a common goal.
Oh god, she was thinking, Y/n needed to sleep soon.
The sound of kids fighting to sit in their places was all too familiar to them, but both Maliah and Y/n knew where to sit. Though unclaimed and supposed to sit with the Hermes cabin, both Y/n and Maliah sat with the Ares kids-specifically, with Clarisse.
"What happened?" Maliah asked Clarisse, who leaned back and crossed her arms. A small sigh came from her as she lazily turned her head towards Maliah, thinking about her words before answering.
"Searchers found something, probably not a body-hopefully. No bodies have been found for three weeks. I don't mean to jinx it, but I hope it's nothing too bad."
Y/n wrapped an arm around Maliah's shoulder and leaned forward to look at Clarisse, her hair long and put into a braid by an Aphrodite kid who said her hair would end up caught in equipment if she let it free.
"The killer has been dormant for three weeks? That's interesting," Y/n muttered, and Clarisse nodded, staring right ahead at the half-horse, half-man-centaur-that stood in the center of the half arc, the seating arrangement for the campfire. He looked old, not like he wasn't, but he almost looked tired. Lines of concern covered his forehead as he sighed and spoke, his voice carrying a hint of relief as well as concern.
"There has been no body found; the boundaries of Camp Half-Blood are safe for now. I must applaud the work of our volunteer searchers every day of the week."
Sounds of applause, cheers, and sighs of relief came from the group of kids, which Chiron let happen. The kids deserve some relief.
"However," he continued immediately, "we've been informed about the possible reason for the rift between gods. Someone has stolen four symbols of power from Poseidon, Aphrodite, Hades, and Ares, and the gods are at an inevitable brink of war amongst themselves. Along with that, one of our searchers has retrieved a letter by the God killer themselves, and their words are important enough to let everyone here know. This isn't some usual joke or taunt; this is a declaration. A confession, and I want everyone to pay close attention."
As he stepped away, a girl came forward, holding a slightly tattered paper in her hand. Her hair was long, braided with blondish tips. Such an adorable little thing, at least in Y/n's opinion. That body armor on her looked plain wrong, like a child being handed a gun and being asked to save the world. She wasn't a hero; she was just a child...
