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[Dylan]

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Sadie sat in a set on an outer row of the Amphitheater. The weather was calm, and the sky was clear of all clouds, she would say it was bout to be sunset. She looked around, in a couple of weeks this place would be packed with all the demi-gods, and 26 will be chosen to fight the death. To claim what, immortality. This is stupid.

She stared at the stage. it was made of all marble, almost like her cabins. It was the most beautiful place at camp, or so Sadie thought. This was the first place she came to by herself, this was the place where she spent all her alone time, the place where she can say was hers.In other words, this was her happy spot.

As she sat there, all her brothers and sisters came into her mind. Which one of us will it be. she thought, Please don't let it be me.

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[glow=5C6470,4,300]Logan Castello[/glow]

The sunset had bloomed on the horizon early. And with it came an early moon, the moon so silvery and free. And with the moon came Logan, thinking fondly of his mother, and following the glowing orb. As he followed the moon, Logan's thoughts wandered far away, to old hunts with his mother; his fingers itched for a bowstring. He found himself climbing stairs, but he was thinking of hills, following marble hallways, but he was thinking of snowy stags, he was on the outer edge of an ampitheatre, but he was thinking of a grassy glade. Until, just below, he caught sight of hair as silvery blonde as the moon herself. A girl. Entirely lost in thought.

He walked down the rows, gracefully sitting next to the girl. "Beautiful place to die, isn't it?"

[Dylan]

Narrate, Talking, Thinking, Other Talking

"Beautiful place to die, isn't it?"

She turned to see who had came up behind her. Logan. He was one of the only boys who actually respected to the girls here at camp. He didn't only respect the girls at camp but he respect the Aphrodite children all together. No one realy respect us because we're i guess you can say to poise and proper. But Don't underestimate use.

"and what do you mean by that." She said as she turned back to the stage. Out of all the people who could have shown up it had to be him. He was the only person that Sadie was nervous around, and not the shaky nervous but the mouth diarrhea nervous. She had always liked Logan, ever since she got to camp.

" Know something. Don't answer that, leave to be a mystery." She continued " So what begins you the the theater."

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[glow=5C6470,4,300]Logan Castello[/glow]

That had been a dark thing to say. Only he knew that there were demigods who would die honorably here rather than be carried off as sport for the Olympian Games. Would I? Would I dare to do that? A smile floated across Logan's lips as the girl, Sadie he thought her name was, asked him what brought him here. Gesturing lovingly at the moon Logan replied, "Oh, my mother, you could say."

[Dylan]

Narrate, Talking, Thinking, Other Talking

She looked at the sun set. Boy was it beautiful. The sun was always beautiful, and Sadie was attracted to it. Shortly later the moon began to to come out. "Oh, my mother, you could say."

She looked at him. Sadie wasn't sure who his mother was. Was it Athena, Demeter, because it sure wasn't Aphrodite. It was to confusing. Then it cam to her, his mother was Artemis, he was her first son and first born. Technically he wasn't born, just a headache you could say or even a happy thought. The maiden goddess was weird in that way, there children was never born through an actual birth.

" Just to be clear, your mother is Artemis." She said to make sure.

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[glow=5C6470,4,300]Logan Castello[/glow]

Logan nodded. "And yours is Aphrodite. " It wasn't a question. Logan knew, without a doubt, that it was true. It was just an aura those kids sent out. It was a stimulant, an attraction to most. To Logan, it was simply beautiful, aesthetically pleasing, but not an aphrodisiac. Like his mother, he had inherited the value for purity. Making no effort to continue the conversation, the young demigod surveyed the ampitheatre. This was the part where he must wait to see if she would continue talking. If she did, she was willing to talk to him. If she didn't, he was interupting her private time, and would bow gracefully out.