magic in my bones

           “It probably bothers some of the others, but,” Mal starts, giving a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, her purple hair bouncing as she does, “I don’t care that some of campers, the ones who originally sided with the gods look at me like a traitor, that they call me that.”  It’s been a few months since she’s arrived at the camp, back at a place she was suppose to call home. The only homey thing she will say that makes it home, is her siblings. She knows that most of them suspect ( correctly ) that Mal still doesn’t trust the Gods, especially those in higher power. “It doesn’t bother me, I fought for what I believed in, and no, I won’t be ashamed.”

now for on this blog, things would have happened differently as my mal is pjo based an obviously set in that world. so, whether evie exists in this universe or not, it’s unknown. now, i could potentially get on board with this ship, depending on who the evie rper headcanon’s their evie’s godly parent is, or if evie is a mortal. it would have to be something talked about due to mal not giving out love unless it’s her siblings

war makes soldiers out of the children / magic makes witches out of the willing abandonment makes warriors out of the young / tragedy makes a fighter out of the lost

magic is her primary weapon, and a lot of spells she knows are offensive more then defensive. she used her control over magic and the mist to help her survive after the war, and up until the time she returned to camp ( after the giant war ).