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This is the cabin for children of Hermes! Welcome!

((Amelia pov.))

The very first thing Alex did to embarrass himself was run into the door.

It wasn't even a glass door either, just a regular wooden door.

Well, okay, I'll admit, I did kind of let it slam in his face, but if he prided himself so much on those "fast reflexes" of his, then my actions are totally justified. Sort of.

As soon as the merciless portal high fived his face, there was a loud bang, and a muffled yelp.

The whole cabin fell silent, and looked up. First at me, then at Alex, as he pushed the door open, massaging the bridge of his nose.

"Ow."

People continued to stare.

I shot my half-blind brother a look and shouldered my duffle bag.

"So..." I started, unsure of what to say. I hadn't expected my first impression upon my siblings to be intrusive, interruptive, and klutzy.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to change, so I swallowed thickly and scanned the room.

I could tell the place was overcrowded and cramped, but there were a few empty bunks in the back so I made my way over.

I was about halfway across the room when I heard another thump, and my brother yelling something along the lines of:

"Skatá!"

I turned in time to see Alex trip over a pair of boots and smack his forehead against one of the cringingly sharp beadposts.

He fell backwards and splayed his arms out dramatically.

"I'm wounded!" He announced with his eyes shut tight.

I groaned inwardly and dumped my bag on the ground, running over to where my vlacas of a brother lay injured on the floor.

In the three seconds it took me to reach him, he had successfully created a halo of blood on the carpeting.

The source of it was actually pretty impressive. About three inches long, a deep gash snaked from above his eyebrow, to right above his cheekbone, barely missing his eye. Dark red blood was oozing out.

My cabinmates were no longer stoic. About a quarter of them (mostly girls) ran to the bathroom to puke, while about another quarter began yelling at me to get Alex's head off the beautiful carpet that they would have to spend long tedious hours cleaning.

Fortunately, one girl (thank the gods for her) ran to the door and flung it open, screaming, "Medic! Medic! Camper down! We need some help in here!"

Th instant I heard the shouts of panic, I knew something was off.

As much as I knew, a few new campers had come in today, but that was it.

Then a girl started screaming for a medic, and I decided to use that as an excuse to meet some new people.

My attention swiveled to the Heremes cabin, where a girl of about twelve stood in the doorway with a panicked expression. I jogged over.

"What's wrong?" I demanded.

The girl jerked her head over her shoulder, indicating for me to come inside.

As I pushed open the door, I was prepared to see some crazed vlacases attacking each other with knives. Maybe just a really aggressive fist fight.

I did not expect to see a shouting match between half the cabin and some blonde chic over the cute guy in her lap.

From my perspective, I couldn't tell if he was conscious or not, but one thing was certain: he was losing blood, lots of it.

I kneeled next to blonde, glancing up at the girl from the doorway. "Is this the camper?"

She nodded nervously, and I gave her a gentle smile. "Hey don't worry about it. He'll live."

When the brunette walked through the door, my first thought was that she was angry. There was a hard set in her mouth, and her eyes seemed...cold, and hardened.

But she proved to be kind enough, seeming to radiate calming vibes and blatantly expressing her want - no, need to help. It was instantly clear that she cared.

I considered thanking her for healing my idiot of a brother, but I held my tongue. I was still considerably shy.

I noticed the blonde watching me but I ignored her. Instead, I held the boy's head in my hands and closed my eyes in concentration.

A gentle warmth seeped into my body, coursing down my back and along my arms. It reminded me of warm summer days, trips to the beach, when sometimes Jak would-

The sound of coughing wrenched me from the memory, leaving my heart defenseless and raw. I swallowed back a sob.

Instead, I made myself look down at the boy. He coughed again and his eyes fluttered open. They were a blazing dark green.

The gash on his brow was slowly closing, and would leave a scar, but that would fade in time.

Wow, I thought. He's pretty darn cute.

I froze, suddenly realizing what I'd just told myself. Why the heck would I think that? I shook the thought off.

((Alex pov))

Generally if you wake up to find two beautiful girls fawning over you and the feeling that you've just been dipped in the Styx (the demigod equivalent for, "I just drank a whole bottle of Mountain Dew"), you don't tend to brush it off. But when one of those girls is your pissed off sister, and the other is a pretty brunette that possesses both your head and probably the strength to crush it, like me, you'd probably just groan and flop an arm over your eyes in a weak attempt to avoid the over excessive amount of shouting you know is inevitable.

I groaned, and flopped an arm over my eyes.

Unfortunately, it was pretty evident that I was conscious, and not in any critical state, so the first thing Amelia did was start hiss/yelling at me.

"You idiot!" She screamed. "Do you have any idea How much of a nuisance it is when you..."

I let her ramble on, counting the seconds in my head. When I got to around the two and a half minute mark, she paused for a breath.

"Don't you dare do that again Alex." She gave me a pointed glare before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.

"I'm just happy you're okay."

I uttered a soft chuckle and hugged her back. "Love you too."

Watching The two of them interact was giving me a cold feeling and some serious deja vu. I stood up quickly.

"Well uh, looks like my work here is done. I'll just...head out."

Suddenly, the brunette that had healed me stood up and left. I guess we'd been making her feel pretty awkward.

I scrambled to my feet despite the sudden dizzieness in my head. "Hey, wait!" I called after her.

I opened the door and called again, "Wait, come back!"

I was about halfway across the green, when a voice behind me yelled, "Wait, come back!"

I turned around and saw the boy standing in the doorway of the Hermes cabin. He was talking to me.

I felt a blush rise in my cheeks but forced it down. After all, he was a child of Hermes right? He couldn't be trusted.

I jogged over.

I gave the girl a teasing grin. "You can't leave without a thank you!" I told her. "Besides, I'd like to think that if someone ever meets me, they'd want to stick around." I gave her a wink.

I knew I was laying it on pretty thick, but I was feeling sort of awkward. I mean, I had pretty much almost killed myself by tripping over a pair of shoes. If there was any chance I could flirt my way out of the embarrassment, I was going to take it.

I rolled my eyes at his flirtatious behavior, finding it both endearing and annoying at the same time.

"Well you're welcome...uh..."

"Alex." I said smiling. "Alex Spinner."

I felt my face mirror his. "Nice to meet you Alex. I'm Jamie Bea."

Amelia fidgeted nervously, glancing over her shoulder every time the faintest sound reached her ears.

“I don't know Alex.” She mumbled. “Maybe we should go back.”

“Are you kidding me?” I demanded, turning to stare at her. “Come on Mimi, this is so cool!”

She glared. “No, it's spooky. I've never seen anything like this before.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Toughen up a bit, would ya? When was the last time you've seen an underwater ghost city?”

She fidgeted with the edge of her shirt. “Yeah that's my point. It's really creepy down here. Did we have to come when it was dark?”

I ignored her and continued swimming. “Look at that building.” I said, pointing to one of the particularly tall spires. “The palace maybe? Let's go check it out!”

I took off before Amelia had time to complain, speeding through the streets.

“Alex, wait up!” Amelia called, fasting her pace so she could catch me. “I don't want to lose you.” She linked her arm through mine. “We’re staying together, got that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, if you insist.”

She gave a satisfied nod.

When we reached the palace, it took us a while to find the entrance. Underwater dwellers didn't seem to use doors, apparently. We had to settle for swimming through a window.

“Woah.” Amelia breathed, once we were inside. The building had appeared to be solid from the street, but now that we had entered, everything looked so empty. The center of the building was hollow–like a circular stairway without the stairs, and a thousand times bigger. There were crystal balconies scattered along the perimeter of the wall, and they all had open doorways leading off of them. A few of the doorways were open to the sea–like the one we had just entered, I realized–but most of them were dark, and probably led to other rooms of the palace. Go figure, of course merpeople didn't need to bother stairs and hallways, they could just swim wherever they wanted.

“Check this out.” Amelia whispered. At first, I thought she meant the huge syndetíra we'd entered, but when I turned, she was tugging at something on the wall.

“It's a jewel of some kind.” She explained, when she glanced back and saw my confused expression. She shifted so that I could take a look. Indeed, there was a blue, cube-shaped crystal clamped to the wall with a bronze cage.

“The bolts look pretty weak.” Amelia said, giving the cage another tug. “I wonder if–” The cage gave a resounding POP, and slowly pulled away from the wall.

“Huh, there was a release system.” I said, retracting my hand from the button I'd accidentally hit. Amelia snatched the cube out of the water and pushed the cage back into place.

“I wonder what this is.” She muttered aloud. She shook it a couple times. Nothing happened.

I held out my hand. “Can I see it?”

She grudgingly handed it over. I took the cube and turned it over in my hands. “This side looks like it had an inscription on it at one point.” I informed my sister. “But I can't read it…” I breathed on the cube, completely forgetting that we were underwater. Fortunately, I seemed to have stumbled across a trigger of some sort, and the crystal flared to life.

I gave a startled yelp and fumbled the cube.

“So that's what it does!” Amelia said curiously. “It glows! I bet this was their version of a lamp or something.”

My gut settled. “Yeah probably. And it's just as well, because I can hardly see anything down here, even with my night vision.” Amelia nodded. “Yeah same.”

There was a beat of silence before I turned and dove over the balcony.

“Alex wait!” Amelia cried. “Where are you going?”

“I'm going to explore!” I yelled back. “Now that I can actually see where I'm going!” I ducked through a doorway at random, holding the cube out in front of me to light the way.

When I reached the end of the hall, I felt a hand grab my fins. “Slow down Alex!” Amelia panted. “I'm not as fast as you!” I shook my tail out of her grip. “Come on, this way!” I darted to my right, swimming down the fork until I found another doorway.

As I peered across the threshold, something caught my eye. “Look over there!” I said, pointing to a large tapestry on the far side of the room. Panting, Amelia followed, close enough behind me that the cube’s glow made her tail glint like a disco ball.

The tapestry was huge, and the light only reached up the bottom corner. Not enough to illuminate the whole thing.

On a shelf underneath the tapestry though, there was a vase-like container that caught my attention. When I held the cube closer for a better look, it flew out of my hand. The cube passed through the vase wall like an illusion and snapped to the bottom. The vase seemed to have been designed to be a magnifier of sorts, because the instant the cube had locked into place, the vase flared to life like the phial of galadriel. The light expanded and reached every corner of the room, effectively illuminating the space with great efficiency.

Amelia’s strangled gasp drew my attention away from the vase. Not until now did I realize how utterly large the room was–but that wasn't what Amelia was staring at.

“That… she…” She gawped, pointing at the tapestry in awe.

I turned around and nearly choked on my own breath (or… water. Whatever). Now that I could see clearly, I observed the tapestry in full detail. It was truly a stunning work of art–a full body portrait of the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. Her silky black hair was pinned away from her face, but not in a restricting manor. Her striking lavender eyes crinkled at the corners, and her smile was warm like the rising sun. The only thing that made her different from all other girls I'd met, was the slender, golden fish tail extending from her torso.

“She's a mermaid.” I said stupidly. Amelia nodded, her jaw still slack.

“Do you know what this means?” I asked. My sister turned to me, a confused spark in her eyes. “No…”

I grinned slyly. “This isn't just any underwater ghost city, this is this is an underwater merghost city!”

Amelia shook her head, presumably to clear it. “Merghost isn't a word.” She informed me.

I crossed my arms and frowned. “Well it should be! You know, a mermaid who's a ghost.”

“I didn't think mermaids had ghosts. Don't they turn into sea foam when they die?”

“I was never informed of this.”

“Haven't you heard The Little Mermaid?”

“Is that the one where she falls in love with the prince and her dad turns her into a human so she can marry him?”

“That's Disney! In the real story, she commits suicide because the Prince falls in love with someone else. As she died, she fell back into the sea and turned into sea foam.”

“That's… depressing.”

“Yeah.” Amelia closed her eyes and massaged her temples, as if she were getting a migraine. “None of those stories were all that lovey dovey.”

“So it seems.”

There was a pause, before suddenly, Amelia’s eyes snapped open. “Do you feel that?”

I cocked my head, confused. “Feel what?”

Amelia’s eyes darted nervously around the room. “The water… it’s like, trembling or something.”

“It's probably just a current.” I responded. “The water always moves, you know.” Amelia shook her head. “No, it's more than that.” She insisted. “Like a bad energy–”

A soft SNAP interrupted her. In unison, we glanced up at the ceiling. Hairline cracks were spreading through the crystal, making a faint crinkling sound.

And then I felt it, a sort of tremor passing through my body. The water hummed.

The cracks on the ceiling deepened. “What's going on?” I demanded.

Amelia’s eyes had widened, and she darted over to the wall, pressing her palm against it. “If it is what I think it is, it's not good.”

The trembling worsened, becoming much more evident now. The tapestry on the wall swayed.

A brittle, CRAAACK Shot through the room, and faster than I could blink, an enormous piece of ceiling split away and fell straight for my sister.

“Amelia!”

She looked up, eyes wide. Before either of us could react, the sharp crystal plunged straight into her face. She screamed in pain, and tried to turn away, but the crystal was still lodged in her skin, and when she moved, it tore open her cheek.

Amelia’s hands flew to her head and she screamed again. I couldn't see through her fingers, but blood had already started seeping into the water.

“Amelia!” I yelled. I tried to reach for her, but just then, the ceiling caved. Another huge chunk of crystal plummeted from overhead, and I had to dive out of the way to avoid becoming a pancake. Amelia on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The crystal fell toward her, and smashed her arm against the floor. Her elbow made a wet SNAP.

This time, Amelia didn't scream, she just gasped. Her eyes widened and went slip pupiled, then fluttered shut. She'd passed out cold.

The trembling had somewhat ceased, and crystal was no longer dropping from the ceiling. I rushed over to Amelia and grabbed her free hand. Feverishly, I gripped her wrist, unsure whether or not to be happy that her pulse was beating hard. I couldn't bear to look at her face.

Adrenaline coursing through my body, I managed to flip the huge crystal off Amelia’s arm. The corner of something white was piercing through the skin at her elbow, and it looked pretty sharp. I swallowed the bile in my throat.

Gingerly, so as not to further hurt my sister, I picked her up, cradling her against my chest. And with that, I turned tail and swam out of there as fast as my fins would allow.



I woke with a jolt, sitting up and breathing heavily.

Just a dream Alex. It's just a dream.

But it’d felt so real.

I leaned forward and planted my elbows on my knees, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes.

Despite my trying so hard to suppress it, the nightmare always came back to haunt me. The memory of a demigod was crystal clear when it came to dreams. I sighed roughly and dropped my hands from my face. The “accident” had been three years ago, but for some reason, my subconscious had a bad habit of bringing it to my attention on an almost weekly basis. The guilt ate away at me every time.

On the bunk above me, Amelia turned in her sleep.

I shook my head. Trying to fend off the accusing thoughts had proved futile in the past, but I still tried. They hounded me nonetheless.

It’s your fault she was hurt.

You were the one that pushed her to go that night, you're the one that scarred her.

She could have died.

Idiot.

What would have happened if you'd never been so eager?

Stupid… stupid… stupid

I balled my hands into fists and tore the blanket off, kicking my feet over the side of the bed. So far as I could tell, no one had been awakened by my movements. They were all still asleep.

I reached down and grabbed a t-shirt from my bag, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. True, the Hermes cabin had always been crowded, but I was starting to feel like a caged bird, which was odd. I didn't even like birds.

Pulling the shirt over my head, I stood up, picking my way towards the door. After that bad of a flashback, I was in need of some fresh air.

Christine walked into the cabin. "Not too bad," she observed. "Wait a minute, isn't Hermes the god of thieves?"

"Would you mind holding onto my phone?" Christine asked. "Sorry if it's a burden but I don't want a Hermes kid stealing it while I sleep."

"Thanks for everything, Sam," Christine replied, handing him her phone with a smile. "Now it's time to me to get some rest." She yawned again and looked around at the bunks, choosing one that didn't have anything on it.

"Definitely," she responded, and laid down, falling asleep almost her head hit the pillow.

Ace entered the cabin, exhausted from the evening, and wanting to sleep for a whole week. She looked around for a new place to sleep and saw an old, faded blood pool. She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Out of an entire cabin absolutely no one tried Hydrogen Peroxide? She figured it would be less of a biohazard if she cleaned it up, so she took a rectangular brown bottle and slowly poured it over the stain. It bubbled with small white bubbles, and she wiped it up with a dirty shirt she had in her backpack. With another round of bubbles it was not only visibly gone, but completely out of the carpet. She smiled, and stood up. She headed to an empty chair nearby, and passed out holding onto her black backpack.

((Stacy wrote: "((Amelia pov.))

The very first thing Alex did to embarrass himself was run into the door.

It wasn't even a glass door either, just a regular wooden door.

Well, okay, I'll admit, I did kind of le..."))

((I fixed it.))

P.J. ran in remembering her necklace that she's brought with her. A gift from her mother, stolen because it was silver. "I really should learn to not brung expensive things into Hermes cabin." She groaned walking in. Looking up P.J. spotted someone, "Uh hi, have you seen a silver necklace around here?" She asked hoping she wasn't the onr to steal it.

((Sorry! GR was over capacity!))

Acelin sighed, waking up. "Describe it." She said bluntly. She could probably easily find it if it was on the floor. She slowly sat up, rubbing her head and groaning at the light.

((Sammmmeeee))

"It's a pure sterling sliver necklace with a sapphire as it's center peice." She said seeing her state. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you..."

Acelin shrugged and stretched, focusing slightly. She then knew where it was. "Front porch, third flower pot from the left, under the..." she muttered "what are those...?" She shook her head. "Azaleas I think..." she nodded. "Under the purple Azaleas roughly six inches deep in a brown bag." She said.

Dumfounded Pearl quickly rushed outside to find the big, flashy and beautiful necklace stuck in a brown bag. "WOW." P.J. exhaled that was fantasic. Shoving it back into my pocket, I went back inside. "Hey, do you possibly have a book on Werewolves?" She said casually as possible.

Acelin was now sitting up completely, cross legged in the chair, groggily putting her hair up in a ponytail. "Are we talking children's red riding hood, Hollywood muscle man, ancient lore, or medical anomalies?" She asked stretching one more time and popping her knuckles.

"Ancient Lore, and Medical Anomalies." They would indeed both be useful to what she was about to preform.

Acelin nodded and sighed, getting up. She shuffled across the room to a nearby closet, opening it up and kneeling down. She peeled back the old carpet and pried up the deteriorating floor boards, revealing a stash of books. Without even having to look she grabbed for books, two on each. Two fat, two thin, one size for each category. "If I don't get them back in..." she though for a moment, looking at the books. "I'm going to say one month." She muttered. "If I don't get them back in one month I will hunt you down." She said casually and monotonously, handing them over to the girl.

"Got it. By the way do you actually think you could help me?" She asked raising an eyebrow "I need help sewing magic into it and you seem knowledgeable. " I added.

Acelin looked confused but shrugged. "Sure...I guess. What do you need done?" She asked, absentmindingly closing her book back up and shutting the door before going and grabbing her backpack. "And it better not be evil." She added finally.

"I just need to sew some magic into a silver dagger I'm going to create." Hoping it wouldn't sound tooooo weird.

Acelin was still confused, but wasn't about to show it. "Okay, and where exactly are you going to do this?" She asked putting her jacket on.

"The forge of course, but what I'm asking is can you help me?" She asked looking through her backpack for all the proper ingredients.

"But with what? What specifically do you want me to do." She asked, wondering how she was going to pull this off. She only knew about legends and lore she read from books, but she had never actually heard of magic till a couple days ago.

"Help me forge a dagger large enough to kill something." She mumbled

Acelin nodded, that she could do. "Easy enough, you want to do this now or later?" She asked, checking the time. The armory should still be open.

"Preferably now." She said anxiously looking around, as if checking someone or something in fact was there.

((Can Theo or James join in? Or should I just find a different RP?))

((Sure))

((Who do you want James or Theo?))

Acelin raised an eyebrow. "Is there a particular reason you need this dagger right here, right now?" She asked, obviously noting her anxious behavior but slightly less cold.

((Theo would be interesting to handle with Acelin....>:D))

"No.. but I'll need it soon." She mumbled

Acelin almost immediately went into deffence mode. "Who or what is trying to hurt you?" She asked severely, almost whispering but more mad than anything, but not at the girl in front of her.

"Werewolves." She said plainly looking through the books she had been given.

Acelin sighed softly without opening her mouth. "Last I check werewolves weren't a part of all this Greek mythology nonsense."

((okay, gonna join in then, that cool with you Weird and Odd?))

((Yep! I'm always chill with more people))

((Cool, ok.))

Theo had been leaning against the doorpost, listening with a perplexed look on his face.
"Werewolves? I thought they were mythology... like fake mythology, not the real stuff." He raised an eyebrow at P.J, eyes narrowed slightly. In all honesty, he was a bit hurt that she hadn't told him about this, but he guessed everyone had their secrets.