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Raven was just looking around trying to see if she could draw the scenery. Sitting down she faced more towqdrs the west. Looking down at her lap was the blank notepad of her sketchbook. To people around her she could be said as that weird girl who is either deaf or just antisocial. Her clothes were light colors so she was in a better mood then usual. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight high ponytail with the blonde tips curling like they always. She was starting with the furthest item in the background. To her colors were just purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, or green. They were crimson and burgundy, or gold and canary. She saw the world as an artist would which to her was amazing. She pulled her headphones over her head and it started with The Lightning Strike by Snow Patrol. The melodic words helped her with her hand movements so they were smooth and soft.

((Have they already met?))

((She's seen him around but doesn't really know his name))

Isaac was in the middle of writing a song, one about love over revenge, light over darkness. He hated being alone, but the only times he was alone was when he was either writing a song or reading. He was a true Apollo kid, basically fitting all of the stereotypes. As he wrote each line he sung it quietly, not realising the girl nearby. Otherwise, he would have sung quieter. Isaac wasn't one to boast and brag about his singing voice, even though he knew it was good, so usually never sung when he was around other people.

In the middle of her song she heard sing from someone else and her sketchbook was immediately closed. She hardly ever let anyone see her drawing because some where troubling but that was how she was. Pulling her headphones off her heara she got up and started to sneak away but fate didn't want her to et away that easy. Her boot cladded foot got stuck on a root making her fall. She dropped her sketchbook which was open onto a shaded sketch of someone. Her leaning was with a loud thud and she twisted her ankle. She whimpered at the pain and dirt cover all her clothes and most likely staining them. This is why she like to be alone, she makes a complete fool of herself and she's not even talking. People always make her nervous and when she's too nervous she gets clumsy.

Isaac looked up to see a girl in the floor, her brightly coloured hair contrasting with the dullness of the earthy floor. He stopped singing and put how notebook in his pocket, the small book a little square that could fit anywhere. Running over, he helped the girl up, recognising her from around camp but not knowing who she was; the only thing he did know was that she was a daughter of Hades. "You okay?" He asked her, glancing at the sketchbook which was open on a sketch of a person. He thought it was good, but didn't say anything as he wanted to see if she was okay.

Raven pushed away from him and even grabbed her sketchbook. Her eyes showed her frantic fearful state. She needed to get over the fear that she had for men, she wasn't weak. It was hard too think that a daughter a Hades was abused by her stepfather and didn't put up a fight. "I'm fine," he said before she started to get up but she fell back down. Her ankle shot a sharp pain up her leg which made her whimper. Now she was really upset because she couldn't make a quick get away and just leave before this turned awkward. Once more she tried to pick herself up off the ground and hoped he wouldn't try to stop her but some people were more generous and kind then she wanted.

As he fell he grabbed her arm to support her, confused as to why she was acting this way. He stopped her from trying to pull away from him and inspected her ankle. "You've sprained that, you need to get it checked out." He said, referring to the infirmary. He looked at her, and could notice the fear in her eyes. He wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but she seemed upset about something. He didn't want to ask what.

Raven tried to pull away from him but it was no use really. The slump in her shoulders showed she gave him. Her dirt covered clothes showed nothing of how she felt. Her mood wasn't bright but now grim for showing her weakness. "I'll have it dealt with," she mutter and hugged her sketchbook to her chest with only one arm. She knew he saw one of the drawing she had and it scared her of how people thought. It was why she never tried to major in art because out the judgment her art would have. Nervously her fingers picked at part of the spiral bind on her sketchbook. She was such a stupid girl for thinking and hoping that she would just be left alone.

He looked at her sketchbook, which was now closed shut and against her chest, her arms wrapped around it protectively. He sighed. "You know, your stuff is good. You shouldn't be so scared to show it to others." He said, although he understood why she was reluctant. Isaac would never voluntarily show anyone his songs or even sing for them, and was just as startled when he realised the girl was nearby and that he had been singing. He then remembered - he didn't know her name. "I'm Isaac he said, son of Apollo. You're of Hades right - what's your name?" He asked her, trying his best to create a conversation between the two of them.

She held tighter to the sketchbook after he said she was good. Art was her way of expression but it was also just a way for her to feel like she was normal. She slowly starred to limp away to get her ankle checked out. She turned and looked at him with a nod. Her dark brown eyes just seemed sad and depressed but it was because he saw something special to her. "Raven," she said in a soft musical voice. She never liked to sing but she loved poetry and plays so her voice fitted that. "I wish I could say it was a pleasure Issac but it would be a lie since I sprained my ankle. I also don't like you lie," pushed back a stray strand of red hair.

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't like me, what did I do?" He said, genuinely confused. He hated when people were quick to throw judgements and hurtful comments, like being friendly wasn't an option. She hadn't even given him the chance to be friendly, because she wouldn't let people in - he could tell. He stood there, thinking about her name and how beautiful of a name it was. He loved unusual names, it being uncommon to come across a named like Raven, Anastasia or Angel anymore. He sighed. "I'll take you to the Infirmary." He offered, sounding more like a demand than a question, because he was going to anyway.

She shook her head at his observation. She wasn't quick to judge but its just a fear she's has since she was thirteen. "You didn't do anything. You wouldn't understand anything about me so try not to judge me so quickly." Everything she done was to protect herself from being hurt. Raven was the person who was smart and trying to think of her future but she shut everyone out so no one could tell her not to be herself. She sighed at the idea of him going with her to the infirmary. He wouldn't just give up she thought. Persistence was something she could admire but right now it annoyed her.

He laughed. "Wow, you're unbearable. Come on, let's go to the Infirmary." He said, gripping her arm and helping her walk. He laughed as she kept stumbling, not afraid to hide it because she was being quite annoying. But he actually found her quite funny, although she probably wouldn't find him being funny at all.

His laughing did nothing to help her situation. She just wanted to get this over with and get to her cabin. When he first grabbed her arm she had flinched away from it. Memories of beatings flooded her mind from simple actions he done. "I'd rather be unbearable and stop laughing." Her anger was rising but she'd only yell at him if that. Her old stubborn self was gone because she stopped fighting. Three years was considered a good amount of time to get over her fear but it wasn't that easy for anyone to do.

He nodded. "Come on." He said.

((Continue in Infirmary or leave it there?))