"I'm sorry for dying."

As she gets up, she could see what was on: a plateau of stone, with overgrowth of moss and small ponds of water strewn about. over the edge lied a vast sea of fog and dust, as mysterious as they were colorful. As she gazed and took in everything she could see, she could see a familiar face, sat upon the edge of the plateau, staring into the void. She recognized the hair from anywhere. @notaeoluschild

One of Eve’s only naps in a while, she figured she’d actually sleep the night of her birthday and such, especially since she didn’t do much. She was already thinking about how she’d have to go find friends and family and probably do something with them.. dad, Colleen, Xan, Theo, Wysper, Ana, Argo.. anyone. She wasn’t expecting to find herself staring up at what looked to be a masterpiece of sky, streaks of color freely melding into one another in the area above, it looked like space. Hm.. was she dreaming of space? Odd, but.. cool.

*He’d say, as for a moment he looked at Eve, before looking away. He couldn’t bare to look her in the face. Oh, how he misses her. The person who gave him everything he dreamed of, and he couldn’t look at her in the eyes. The shame he felt that he couldn’t say a proper goodbye to them.*

*He’d speak with hesitation in his voice. He faced her, his lip quivered as he spoke to her softly.*

*Wysper looked away from Eve as he stared back into the void. How long has it been? Time isn't exactly something he can tell where he was right now, and he doesn't exactly feel 'alive'.*

*Wysper would say, standing up away from the edge. He'd look around him, before his eyes settled on Eve.*

"Not everyone gets a happy ending, Eve. I'm sorry. Wish I could make up for more of my mistakes but..."

*A soft smile was strewn across Wysper's face. It was quite somber with the context given with it.*

As she gets up, she could see what was on: a plateau of stone, with overgrowth of moss and small ponds of water strewn about. over the edge lied a vast sea of fog and dust, as mysterious as they were colorful. As she gazed and took in everything she could see, she could see a familiar face, sat upon the edge of the plateau, staring into the void. She recognized the hair from anywhere. @notaeoluschild

One of Eve’s only naps in a while, she figured she’d actually sleep the night of her birthday and such, especially since she didn’t do much. She was already thinking about how she’d have to go find friends and family and probably do something with them.. dad, Colleen, Xan, Theo, Wysper, Ana, Argo.. anyone. She wasn’t expecting to find herself staring up at what looked to be a masterpiece of sky, streaks of color freely melding into one another in the area above, it looked like space. Hm.. was she dreaming of space? Odd, but.. cool.

*He’d say, as for a moment he looked at Eve, before looking away. He couldn’t bare to look her in the face. Oh, how he misses her. The person who gave him everything he dreamed of, and he couldn’t look at her in the eyes. The shame he felt that he couldn’t say a proper goodbye to them.*

*He’d speak with hesitation in his voice. He faced her, his lip quivered as he spoke to her softly.*

*Wysper looked away from Eve as he stared back into the void. How long has it been? Time isn't exactly something he can tell where he was right now, and he doesn't exactly feel 'alive'.*

As she gets up, she could see what was on: a plateau of stone, with overgrowth of moss and small ponds of water strewn about. over the edge lied a vast sea of fog and dust, as mysterious as they were colorful. As she gazed and took in everything she could see, she could see a familiar face, sat upon the edge of the plateau, staring into the void. She recognized the hair from anywhere. @notaeoluschild

One of Eve’s only naps in a while, she figured she’d actually sleep the night of her birthday and such, especially since she didn’t do much. She was already thinking about how she’d have to go find friends and family and probably do something with them.. dad, Colleen, Xan, Theo, Wysper, Ana, Argo.. anyone. She wasn’t expecting to find herself staring up at what looked to be a masterpiece of sky, streaks of color freely melding into one another in the area above, it looked like space. Hm.. was she dreaming of space? Odd, but.. cool.

*He’d say, as for a moment he looked at Eve, before looking away. He couldn’t bare to look her in the face. Oh, how he misses her. The person who gave him everything he dreamed of, and he couldn’t look at her in the eyes. The shame he felt that he couldn’t say a proper goodbye to them.*

*He’d speak with hesitation in his voice. He faced her, his lip quivered as he spoke to her softly.*

As she gets up, she could see what was on: a plateau of stone, with overgrowth of moss and small ponds of water strewn about. over the edge lied a vast sea of fog and dust, as mysterious as they were colorful. As she gazed and took in everything she could see, she could see a familiar face, sat upon the edge of the plateau, staring into the void. She recognized the hair from anywhere. @notaeoluschild

One of Eve’s only naps in a while, she figured she’d actually sleep the night of her birthday and such, especially since she didn’t do much. She was already thinking about how she’d have to go find friends and family and probably do something with them.. dad, Colleen, Xan, Theo, Wysper, Ana, Argo.. anyone. She wasn’t expecting to find herself staring up at what looked to be a masterpiece of sky, streaks of color freely melding into one another in the area above, it looked like space. Hm.. was she dreaming of space? Odd, but.. cool.

*He’d say, as for a moment he looked at Eve, before looking away. He couldn’t bare to look her in the face. Oh, how he misses her. The person who gave him everything he dreamed of, and he couldn’t look at her in the eyes. The shame he felt that he couldn’t say a proper goodbye to them.*

As she gets up, she could see what was on: a plateau of stone, with overgrowth of moss and small ponds of water strewn about. over the edge lied a vast sea of fog and dust, as mysterious as they were colorful. As she gazed and took in everything she could see, she could see a familiar face, sat upon the edge of the plateau, staring into the void. She recognized the hair from anywhere. @notaeoluschild

One of Eve’s only naps in a while, she figured she’d actually sleep the night of her birthday and such, especially since she didn’t do much. She was already thinking about how she’d have to go find friends and family and probably do something with them.. dad, Colleen, Xan, Theo, Wysper, Ana, Argo.. anyone. She wasn’t expecting to find herself staring up at what looked to be a masterpiece of sky, streaks of color freely melding into one another in the area above, it looked like space. Hm.. was she dreaming of space? Odd, but.. cool.

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

Well, he supposed that he could. But if he left the camp now, as much as he hated to admit it, he would be living one day at a time and trying to get the better of monsters all the time.

Reliable was something that Adonis was, whether it was showing Judas how to behave in public or getting a scholarship to some college or another. And if reliability was a defining trait of his brother's, Judas supposed that it made him think higher of Wysper as well.

*He’d look around before going for the door*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

Well, he supposed that he could. But if he left the camp now, as much as he hated to admit it, he would be living one day at a time and trying to get the better of monsters all the time.

Reliable was something that Adonis was, whether it was showing Judas how to behave in public or getting a scholarship to some college or another. And if reliability was a defining trait of his brother's, Judas supposed that it made him think higher of Wysper as well.

*He’d look around before going for the door*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

Well, he supposed that he could. But if he left the camp now, as much as he hated to admit it, he would be living one day at a time and trying to get the better of monsters all the time.

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

Well, he supposed that he could. But if he left the camp now, as much as he hated to admit it, he would be living one day at a time and trying to get the better of monsters all the time.

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

@notaeoluschild

Judas backed off almost immediately, putting his hands out in front of him and squinting at the newcomer. "...Hello?"

*The white-haired person would dust himself off as he got up after being thrown to who-knows-where, staring up to see Judas, his blue eyes unintentionally giving a piercing look at him.*

"Oh. Uhh... Hello?"

*He'd fix himself a bit more, notably Judas being able to see he had a CHB shirt on, albeit a bit hidden by the hoodie he wore.*

*He'd realize he hadn't introduced himself. Kind of grabbing for words as he spoke.*

"Oh- Uh... Names, right? It's uh... Wysper. Wysper Jordan. This is how talking works right-"

Mostly by Adonis, although that sort of proved his point, because Judas simply didn’t regularly talk to anyone else (and he hadn’t talked to his brother in years either, which was saying something). Perhaps he did have a few friends, like Archie or Leila. But aside from that, he wasn’t exactly rushing to talk to anyone new.

*Wysper would say as he scratched the back of his head. A lot of the older campers know him due to him originally being raised by Chiron when he was younger. Most people treated him like a teacher’s pet or someone privileged.*

*Wyspee would say, remembering both what happened to Archie, and to him years ago.*

*Wysper would gesture to his eyes and hair. Aeolus’ genetics were obviously far stronger than his mother’s.*

*Wysper would answer, as he listened to Judas talked about his other father, as he looked around at where he was. He hasn’t exactly asked where he was.*

“…I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear?”

I HAD to draw this moment. Wysper being apologetic for “dying”. It’s not his fault, but the distress he inflicted upon others sure does feel like his fault.

Open Starter

18 years, huh? It’s been finally 18 years. It’s a cold morning, as Wysper wiped his eyes as he groggily picked himself up to sit up on the bed. He’d grab his phone to check on what time it is. It’ 5 in the morning, and hey, it’s his birthday. As he read the date, he knew to get ready; not necessarily because he was expecting people to greet him or to surprise him, but moreso he wanted to freshen up. As he dragged his feet across the marble flooring of his room into the bathroom, he’d start to wash his face to wake himself up.

It’d help with the morning tiredness as he looked at himself in the mirror and… he looks paler than usual. Odd, but it’s cold this morning, so he doesn’t really mind, but as he reached for his face, his eyes dilated as he saw his hands. They’re… slightly translucent and glowing. It kind of snaps him awake, as he looked at them. There was a moment of panic, his head racing trying to understand what was happening, and yet… it felt like he understood what was happening. Like it was something that was unavoidable. He can’t quite explain it, but maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason why seeing an Aeolus kid is rare.

So he continues preparing for camp, and throughout the morning, even if by a little, his hands become more translucent, still noticeable enough to seenthe shape of his hands, but clear enough to see through. He would have covered his hands though, as to not raise any suspicion, chalking it up to it being a cold morning when asked. After breakfast and a shower, as he changed to his camp clothing, he’d noticed the change. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but.. he felt like he was on a timer. I mean, all of this suddenly appeared on his 18th, without warning. Perhaps he’s reached the end. I mean, life expectancy of a demigod wasn’t that long, right?

So as he changed, he thought to himself: “You know what, if this is what I think it is… I think I’ll try my best to talk to everyone. It feels… important today, maybe… let’s loosen up on the gloomy part. It’s not like you have nothing to lose, right?” He’d say, as he placed on gloves to cover his hands, going over to his Pegasus, Porsche.

And so he goes to Camp Half-Blood. It’s been a long time since he’s felt… peaceful. Even for a day, it was nice. And so he goes about his day, although when you’d see or talk with him throughout the day, it’s as if you were seeing Wysper for the first time before… everything, really. His old smile, the way he cracked jokes or puns, much to the detriment of other campers from how cheesy they were. But throughout the day, you’d notice. Is he getting slightly paler?

He would have received his annual small cheesecake from Chiron, wheter he shares it or doesn’t, it doesn’t really matter. He notices and talks to whoever was nearby. Wheter camp, the nearby forest, the palace, or any other place he could go to for that matter. He seemed more lighthearted than usual.

“I’m sorry for scaring you and not apologizing when the harpies attacked. It was very harsh of me to speak and act that way, I’m sorry Sophia.”

"Haven't trained in a long while... Bit rusty, but hey, still hit the target."

*Wysper would say, as he held his bow towards Sophia. Although perhaps it's his mistake, considering his bow is a palintonos bow.*

"You've got to plant yourself more. The bow you're used to has made you take certain habits."

*He'd say, guiding her on how to fire the bow. He wasn't stern with her as he spoke, being as gentle as he could.*

*Wysper would say, handing her a small piece of ambrosia he grabbed from the camp pantry.*

“You were given gifts not everyone can have. But gifts alone don’t define you. It’s what you do with them. Let me tell you a story I learned. There were three men, each gifted by their master a blessing. One was given a blessing of strength, one the blessing of wisdom, and one with the blessing of speed. The master sent them away to see what they would do with the gift. The one with strength honed it and used it to help others, becoming stronger. The one with wisdom sought council and knowledge and became wiser. But the man with speed used it sparingly, never seeming to improve upon what he has been given. So the master took his blessing away, and used it to gift greater strength and wisdom to the other two. You use the gifts you were given to become better than what you already are present. Even if they’re taken from you, you still gained strength of your own.”

*He’d say, noticing the time. It’s sunset. He’d give Sophia another piece, before walking by to the nearby forest. He felt the wind in his face, and somehow deep down… he knew it was time. The soft crunch of the leaves can be heard as he turned to Sophia, as he sighed. He knows he can’t keep up the lie.*

*As he spoke, he untied the blue scarf from his neck. That scarf meant so much to him; a gift Theo had given him. He cherished it deeply, as he folded it with care, and handed it to Sophia.*

*Wysper would step back, as the wind began to pick up. The leaves picked up as it began to swirl around Wysper. Sophia could see parts of Wysper start to become translucent.*

*Sophia watched as parts of Wysper slowly faded, like pieces blowing in the wind as he spoke. A soft smile was on his face, as small tears appeared in his eyes. His eyes have never been so bright The wind swirling about him as the leaves followed suit, a small breeze carrying them around Wysper.*

“I’m glad that I met you all. It may have been short, but I’ve lived a wonderful life.”

......

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Open Starter

18 years, huh? It’s been finally 18 years. It’s a cold morning, as Wysper wiped his eyes as he groggily picked himself up to sit up on the bed. He’d grab his phone to check on what time it is. It’ 5 in the morning, and hey, it’s his birthday. As he read the date, he knew to get ready; not necessarily because he was expecting people to greet him or to surprise him, but moreso he wanted to freshen up. As he dragged his feet across the marble flooring of his room into the bathroom, he’d start to wash his face to wake himself up.

It’d help with the morning tiredness as he looked at himself in the mirror and… he looks paler than usual. Odd, but it’s cold this morning, so he doesn’t really mind, but as he reached for his face, his eyes dilated as he saw his hands. They’re… slightly translucent and glowing. It kind of snaps him awake, as he looked at them. There was a moment of panic, his head racing trying to understand what was happening, and yet… it felt like he understood what was happening. Like it was something that was unavoidable. He can’t quite explain it, but maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason why seeing an Aeolus kid is rare.

So he continues preparing for camp, and throughout the morning, even if by a little, his hands become more translucent, still noticeable enough to seenthe shape of his hands, but clear enough to see through. He would have covered his hands though, as to not raise any suspicion, chalking it up to it being a cold morning when asked. After breakfast and a shower, as he changed to his camp clothing, he’d noticed the change. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but.. he felt like he was on a timer. I mean, all of this suddenly appeared on his 18th, without warning. Perhaps he’s reached the end. I mean, life expectancy of a demigod wasn’t that long, right?

So as he changed, he thought to himself: “You know what, if this is what I think it is… I think I’ll try my best to talk to everyone. It feels… important today, maybe… let’s loosen up on the gloomy part. It’s not like you have nothing to lose, right?” He’d say, as he placed on gloves to cover his hands, going over to his Pegasus, Porsche.

And so he goes to Camp Half-Blood. It’s been a long time since he’s felt… peaceful. Even for a day, it was nice. And so he goes about his day, although when you’d see or talk with him throughout the day, it’s as if you were seeing Wysper for the first time before… everything, really. His old smile, the way he cracked jokes or puns, much to the detriment of other campers from how cheesy they were. But throughout the day, you’d notice. Is he getting slightly paler?

He would have received his annual small cheesecake from Chiron, wheter he shares it or doesn’t, it doesn’t really matter. He notices and talks to whoever was nearby. Wheter camp, the nearby forest, the palace, or any other place he could go to for that matter. He seemed more lighthearted than usual.

“I’m sorry for scaring you and not apologizing when the harpies attacked. It was very harsh of me to speak and act that way, I’m sorry Sophia.”

"Haven't trained in a long while... Bit rusty, but hey, still hit the target."

*Wysper would say, as he held his bow towards Sophia. Although perhaps it's his mistake, considering his bow is a palintonos bow.*

"You've got to plant yourself more. The bow you're used to has made you take certain habits."

*He'd say, guiding her on how to fire the bow. He wasn't stern with her as he spoke, being as gentle as he could.*

*Wysper would say, handing her a small piece of ambrosia he grabbed from the camp pantry.*

“You were given gifts not everyone can have. But gifts alone don’t define you. It’s what you do with them. Let me tell you a story I learned. There were three men, each gifted by their master a blessing. One was given a blessing of strength, one the blessing of wisdom, and one with the blessing of speed. The master sent them away to see what they would do with the gift. The one with strength honed it and used it to help others, becoming stronger. The one with wisdom sought council and knowledge and became wiser. But the man with speed used it sparingly, never seeming to improve upon what he has been given. So the master took his blessing away, and used it to gift greater strength and wisdom to the other two. You use the gifts you were given to become better than what you already are present. Even if they’re taken from you, you still gained strength of your own.”

*He’d say, noticing the time. It’s sunset. He’d give Sophia another piece, before walking by to the nearby forest. He felt the wind in his face, and somehow deep down… he knew it was time. The soft crunch of the leaves can be heard as he turned to Sophia, as he sighed. He knows he can’t keep up the lie.*

*As he spoke, he untied the blue scarf from his neck. That scarf meant so much to him; a gift Theo had given him. He cherished it deeply, as he folded it with care, and handed it to Sophia.*

*Wysper would step back, as the wind began to pick up. The leaves picked up as it began to swirl around Wysper. Sophia could see parts of Wysper start to become translucent.*

*Sophia watched as parts of Wysper slowly faded, like pieces blowing in the wind as he spoke. A soft smile was on his face, as small tears appeared in his eyes. His eyes have never been so bright The wind swirling about him as the leaves followed suit, a small breeze carrying them around Wysper.*

“I’m glad that I met you all. It may have been short, but I’ve lived a wonderful life.”

Open Starter

18 years, huh? It’s been finally 18 years. It’s a cold morning, as Wysper wiped his eyes as he groggily picked himself up to sit up on the bed. He’d grab his phone to check on what time it is. It’ 5 in the morning, and hey, it’s his birthday. As he read the date, he knew to get ready; not necessarily because he was expecting people to greet him or to surprise him, but moreso he wanted to freshen up. As he dragged his feet across the marble flooring of his room into the bathroom, he’d start to wash his face to wake himself up.

It’d help with the morning tiredness as he looked at himself in the mirror and… he looks paler than usual. Odd, but it’s cold this morning, so he doesn’t really mind, but as he reached for his face, his eyes dilated as he saw his hands. They’re… slightly translucent and glowing. It kind of snaps him awake, as he looked at them. There was a moment of panic, his head racing trying to understand what was happening, and yet… it felt like he understood what was happening. Like it was something that was unavoidable. He can’t quite explain it, but maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason why seeing an Aeolus kid is rare.

So he continues preparing for camp, and throughout the morning, even if by a little, his hands become more translucent, still noticeable enough to seenthe shape of his hands, but clear enough to see through. He would have covered his hands though, as to not raise any suspicion, chalking it up to it being a cold morning when asked. After breakfast and a shower, as he changed to his camp clothing, he’d noticed the change. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but.. he felt like he was on a timer. I mean, all of this suddenly appeared on his 18th, without warning. Perhaps he’s reached the end. I mean, life expectancy of a demigod wasn’t that long, right?

So as he changed, he thought to himself: “You know what, if this is what I think it is… I think I’ll try my best to talk to everyone. It feels… important today, maybe… let’s loosen up on the gloomy part. It’s not like you have nothing to lose, right?” He’d say, as he placed on gloves to cover his hands, going over to his Pegasus, Porsche.

And so he goes to Camp Half-Blood. It’s been a long time since he’s felt… peaceful. Even for a day, it was nice. And so he goes about his day, although when you’d see or talk with him throughout the day, it’s as if you were seeing Wysper for the first time before… everything, really. His old smile, the way he cracked jokes or puns, much to the detriment of other campers from how cheesy they were. But throughout the day, you’d notice. Is he getting slightly paler?

He would have received his annual small cheesecake from Chiron, wheter he shares it or doesn’t, it doesn’t really matter. He notices and talks to whoever was nearby. Wheter camp, the nearby forest, the palace, or any other place he could go to for that matter. He seemed more lighthearted than usual.

“I’m sorry for scaring you and not apologizing when the harpies attacked. It was very harsh of me to speak and act that way, I’m sorry Sophia.”

"Haven't trained in a long while... Bit rusty, but hey, still hit the target."

*Wysper would say, as he held his bow towards Sophia. Although perhaps it's his mistake, considering his bow is a palintonos bow.*

"You've got to plant yourself more. The bow you're used to has made you take certain habits."

*He'd say, guiding her on how to fire the bow. He wasn't stern with her as he spoke, being as gentle as he could.*

*Wysper would say, handing her a small piece of ambrosia he grabbed from the camp pantry.*

“You were given gifts not everyone can have. But gifts alone don’t define you. It’s what you do with them. Let me tell you a story I learned. There were three men, each gifted by their master a blessing. One was given a blessing of strength, one the blessing of wisdom, and one with the blessing of speed. The master sent them away to see what they would do with the gift. The one with strength honed it and used it to help others, becoming stronger. The one with wisdom sought council and knowledge and became wiser. But the man with speed used it sparingly, never seeming to improve upon what he has been given. So the master took his blessing away, and used it to gift greater strength and wisdom to the other two. You use the gifts you were given to become better than what you already are present. Even if they’re taken from you, you still gained strength of your own.”

*He’d say, noticing the time. It’s sunset. He’d give Sophia another piece, before walking by to the nearby forest. He felt the wind in his face, and somehow deep down… he knew it was time. The soft crunch of the leaves can be heard as he turned to Sophia, as he sighed. He knows he can’t keep up the lie.*

*As he spoke, he untied the blue scarf from his neck. That scarf meant so much to him; a gift Theo had given him. He cherished it deeply, as he folded it with care, and handed it to Sophia.*

*Wysper would step back, as the wind began to pick up. The leaves picked up as it began to swirl around Wysper. Sophia could see parts of Wysper start to become translucent.*

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18 years, huh? It’s been finally 18 years. It’s a cold morning, as Wysper wiped his eyes as he groggily picked himself up to sit up on the bed. He’d grab his phone to check on what time it is. It’ 5 in the morning, and hey, it’s his birthday. As he read the date, he knew to get ready; not necessarily because he was expecting people to greet him or to surprise him, but moreso he wanted to freshen up. As he dragged his feet across the marble flooring of his room into the bathroom, he’d start to wash his face to wake himself up.

It’d help with the morning tiredness as he looked at himself in the mirror and… he looks paler than usual. Odd, but it’s cold this morning, so he doesn’t really mind, but as he reached for his face, his eyes dilated as he saw his hands. They’re… slightly translucent and glowing. It kind of snaps him awake, as he looked at them. There was a moment of panic, his head racing trying to understand what was happening, and yet… it felt like he understood what was happening. Like it was something that was unavoidable. He can’t quite explain it, but maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason why seeing an Aeolus kid is rare.

So he continues preparing for camp, and throughout the morning, even if by a little, his hands become more translucent, still noticeable enough to seenthe shape of his hands, but clear enough to see through. He would have covered his hands though, as to not raise any suspicion, chalking it up to it being a cold morning when asked. After breakfast and a shower, as he changed to his camp clothing, he’d noticed the change. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but.. he felt like he was on a timer. I mean, all of this suddenly appeared on his 18th, without warning. Perhaps he’s reached the end. I mean, life expectancy of a demigod wasn’t that long, right?

So as he changed, he thought to himself: “You know what, if this is what I think it is… I think I’ll try my best to talk to everyone. It feels… important today, maybe… let’s loosen up on the gloomy part. It’s not like you have nothing to lose, right?” He’d say, as he placed on gloves to cover his hands, going over to his Pegasus, Porsche.

And so he goes to Camp Half-Blood. It’s been a long time since he’s felt… peaceful. Even for a day, it was nice. And so he goes about his day, although when you’d see or talk with him throughout the day, it’s as if you were seeing Wysper for the first time before… everything, really. His old smile, the way he cracked jokes or puns, much to the detriment of other campers from how cheesy they were. But throughout the day, you’d notice. Is he getting slightly paler?

He would have received his annual small cheesecake from Chiron, wheter he shares it or doesn’t, it doesn’t really matter. He notices and talks to whoever was nearby. Wheter camp, the nearby forest, the palace, or any other place he could go to for that matter. He seemed more lighthearted than usual.

“I’m sorry for scaring you and not apologizing when the harpies attacked. It was very harsh of me to speak and act that way, I’m sorry Sophia.”

"Haven't trained in a long while... Bit rusty, but hey, still hit the target."

*Wysper would say, as he held his bow towards Sophia. Although perhaps it's his mistake, considering his bow is a palintonos bow.*

"You've got to plant yourself more. The bow you're used to has made you take certain habits."

*He'd say, guiding her on how to fire the bow. He wasn't stern with her as he spoke, being as gentle as he could.*

*Wysper would say, handing her a small piece of ambrosia he grabbed from the camp pantry.*

“You were given gifts not everyone can have. But gifts alone don’t define you. It’s what you do with them. Let me tell you a story I learned. There were three men, each gifted by their master a blessing. One was given a blessing of strength, one the blessing of wisdom, and one with the blessing of speed. The master sent them away to see what they would do with the gift. The one with strength honed it and used it to help others, becoming stronger. The one with wisdom sought council and knowledge and became wiser. But the man with speed used it sparingly, never seeming to improve upon what he has been given. So the master took his blessing away, and used it to gift greater strength and wisdom to the other two. You use the gifts you were given to become better than what you already are present. Even if they’re taken from you, you still gained strength of your own.”

*He’d say, noticing the time. It’s sunset. He’d give Sophia another piece, before walking by to the nearby forest. He felt the wind in his face, and somehow deep down… he knew it was time. The soft crunch of the leaves can be heard as he turned to Sophia, as he sighed. He knows he can’t keep up the lie.*

*As he spoke, he untied the blue scarf from his neck. That scarf meant so much to him; a gift Theo had given him. He cherished it deeply, as he folded it with care, and handed it to Sophia.*