Color Therapy

Color Therapy

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My name is Bastien Reynolds. My mother still lives in Iowa. My father lives on a mountain. I live in a camp. You see, my father is a God. A Greek God named Apollo, to be exact. He is the God of music, poetry, love, healing, plague, and, most importantly, the Sun. Now, you're probably thinking 'Wow! I bet your life is so cool and amazing!'. Haha, no, it's not. The only reason I'm at a camp in the first place is because I can't really go anywhere without getting hunted down by some sort of monster. That's why everyone else is here. We're half human and half God. Though, I've never really felt like one. --- My name is Soren Honeycutt. My mother still lives in Oregon. My father lives in actual hell. I am the son of Hades, God of the underworld, and death. I dress with color, probably the only Hades child who does, and all because of a little thing my mother and I like to call color therapy. I know life gets pretty harsh sometimes, why else would I be living at Camp Half-Blood? But, I'm proud to be who I am. It makes me unique. It makes me special. And that's exactly what I was made to be. ---
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