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Tristan & Sebastian The half-blood sons of Poseidon
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Hailee The half-blood daughter of Athena
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Pyro The half-blood son of Typhon
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Fernando The half-blood son of Eros
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SETTING
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Parga, Greece The home of Tristan, Sebastian, Hailee, and Fernando on the Western Coast
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OPENING
"Sebastian! Slow down!"
Tristan stumbled after his 'brother,' rolling his eyes at how quickly Seb was running along the beach. They were hunting along one of the beaches outside Parga, their home, trying to get some good kills before they were expected to head back into the village. They had seen a flock of partridges on the beach, wanting to shoot a couple down to sell in town. They were not large birds, but they tasted good and were only around Parga in the summer.
"Come on Tristan!" Seb shouted behind him as he loaded his bow. He aims it at the partridges before they could scurry into the treeline at the edge of the beach, shooting an arrow into the eye of one of the birds. The eighteen year old hollers excitedly, reloading and shooting another bird. "Go get 'em, Tris!"
Tristan takes off into the trees, hopping over the brush to go try and take out a few that had run into the forest. He hops over rocks and fallen tree trunks, shooting one partridge and then a couple others. That made five. A good kill, but with how much rent they were behind on, not enough. So he kept going.
Sebastian and Tristan had been living like this for years now, since they were thirteen and kicked out of the orphanage they had lived in all their lives. As uneducated, poor orphans, they had no choice but to learn how to hunt, build, farm, drive cattle and fish in order to make ends meet. Thankfully, though, they were two teens in a similar position as many others in the fishing town of Parga. People worked for fishing vessels, farmed, traded, sewed, cooked-- anything and everything to survive. Many left after a few years, heading across the country to Athens or Sparta in hope to find a better life. But not Seb and Tris. Despite their struggles, they had grown close, almost like brothers...
And neither could really bring themselves to leave the sea...
What they did not know was that the two orphans had more in common than just a friendship, a status as orphans, and a love for the water...
But we will get into that later. That day was the day the two men had a brush... with death.
Tristan shot down another partridge, panting softly as he finally heard the squaking of the birds die away. The forest was now quiet, and he must have gone pretty far into it because he could no longer hear the waves crashing to the shoreline. He sighs, sitting on a fallen trunk and wiping his brow, enjoying the shade.
They would have to go back to the town before sundown if they expected to sell their kills for the day. But he did not leave just yet, wanting to just take a breather... not knowing that he was not alone in that forest... no... there was someone else there...
