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So this was where he was supposed to save the world? Kaiden still wasn’t convinced about that pitch, but he knew there was something special about him, something that he needed to understand and if coming here meant that could happen then he would figure out the rest along the way. He was good at that. 

Since arriving at camp and being given the ‘tour’, the first place the son of Hestia went was to the temple. He needed to see the face of the mother who abandoned him, who left him to rot with that despicable man. He stood in front of her huge marble visage, a deep frown creasing his brow, already feeling his palms grow hot with rage but Kaiden took a few breaths to calm himself. When he heard the temple doors open he expected to see one of the nymphs or satyrs perhaps even an acolyte coming to tend the statues, either way he continued to glare at the woman he’d never call mother. 

Honestly being in New York was easy, which was strange compared to the fundemental shift that the demi’s camp life had been.  Part of him missed the noise of Pali house, the sound of those loud voices and sounds of Beau making breakfast in the early morning, or the sounds of Ender still awake in the next room over working on the latest tattoo. But Jackson supposed that going from killing demons and gods back to the real word was always going to be somewhat of a rough transition for all of them. Still being aware of the magical world had it’s perks, it certainly opened up a few of the more magically inclined clubs if you knew were to look. Who knew Dyrads could be such good bartenders? 

      The night was clear and cool, no downcast of clouds as the arena was illuminated by torch light. Some of the clearing had been bathed in silver by the moon but it was faint as Wren stood there in the middle. Most nights there were few people here among the grounds, which the demigod took advantage of by practicing spells that were a bit difficult to do inside Mageia. Beneath the stars Wren stood without armor or blade at his side but instead palms facing upwards as a prismatic light trickled beneath his skin.                                  It was time to practice something new. 

It wasn’t as if he wanted to remember it, anyway. But, with the months at camp stirring in his head, likewise tugs back to Romania and his ‘family’, the man couldn’t deny that he felt the day bear down on his shoulders. Vio stroked Galen’s little head as he walked from Voithos towards the stables, aiming to bring Sorin with him to--where?

there’s a new feeling that resides within amadeo. for the first time in what felt like months, he’s outside without wearing his gloves. he’s not blasting his music through his earphones either. finally, he’s comfortable with the monster emotions and feelings can turn him into. 

the telepath twirls his new rapier around a couple of times with one hand. the light blade is different from what he’s grown used to in mount olympus. it’s lighter and reminds him of his days in spain. 

Hudson didn’t know himself.

Not in the emotional or psychological sense, but in the godly sense. Yes, he knew his father had domain over fear, or at least it was what his dad was best at, but Hudson didn’t really know how all of that was supposed to translate in terms of abilities. It left him feeling like a fish out of water when it came to combat. Which is why he figured some good old fashion practice was in order.

Clanking his longsword against his shield, Hudson grunted as he got into position, letting the other demigod know he was ready to start. Mara peeps through the shadows between his feet, watching the demigods with a hint of amusement.