((I posted on the other page))

Juniper made sure that the goddess chewed and swallowed, satisfyed when a girly mumble escaped her mouth. At Dravius's scream, Juniper jumped up, rushing over to the Poseidon cabin, looking in at a sweat-soaked Dravius. "Oh my Gods, are you going to be alright?" She placed her hand on his back (ignoring the fact it was wet and cold) and grabbed his wrist, clutching until her knuckles turned white.

Leena rushed in after Juniper, freaking out. "OhgodsDraviusareyouokay?", she blurted, sitting on his other side, wiping the blood from his chin with the blanket. She had picked up her bade and was now clutching it tightly, just in case some other posessed creature chose to attack.

((O.O -ohmygodslotsofposts- I'll just jump in somewhere...))

Alex rushed over to the Poseidon cabin along with all of his other friends... Funny, he thought, one night fighting a giant rat and I'm calling them my friends... Everyone was huddled around Dravius, who looked to be in a poor state, although he insisted that he was fine.

"Gods, Dravius, you look anything but 'all right'," Alex murmured. His mind was thinking fast... He couldn't seem to fit anything together. Nothing was making any sense. Aphrodite murdering her own kid? Something bad was happening to the gods. A thought occured to him.

Suddenly, Alex ran out of the small cabin. He felt blood roar in his ears.. There was something he had to make sure of... He walked up to what appeared to be a little girl tending the fire. Her back was facing him...

"Mom?," he asked softly. Hestia turned her face so Alex could now see her clearly. Instead of the normal smile she had, she now wore an angry, disaproving look. Her eyes seemed dulled... Oh gods, no, Alex thought. The look in Hestia's eyes right now was clear... It was the look he had seen on plenty of people or monsters: Go away now or you're dead. Alex felt a pang of sadness like he had been abandoned... Tears stung his eyes. It was strange. He hadn't known his 'mother' that long, but he did know that he had been created out of her want for a son to look after.

He ran to the canoe lake, not wanting his friends to see him like this... It had been years since he had actually cried.

((Foxeh: :( Me too, I have not a lot of time, and a lot of times I don't have much time to post.))

Juniper let go of Dravius, after he said he was fine and color started to flood back. "Do you need any space?" She asked cautiously, knowing that people could be tender after things like that. Her thoughts wandered, and she wondered if she'd ever get some time alone with him again. Maybe it was for the better if she didn't.

((Winter: Well, the difference is, alot of the time, they can't continue without you. DX Without me, they can.

Any ideas on where I can jump in?))

((xD I know. Annabeth is supposed to have blonde curly hair/grey eyes, and Grover is a scrawny caucasian boy with red curly hair, not African American. ASJFSKGHSF. D: I'm going to see how bad it is in person tomorow though.))

A blonde boy looking confused emerged from a large, dead oak tree in the middle of the forest in Camp Half-Blood, his old home. His blue eyes glinted in the early morning sunlight, and he sheilded them, breathing in the fresh air and nodding that he was okay to a few draids around. When the boy, around sixteen, stood, he stumbled at first, a little delirious from being sent out from Elysium, wondering how much the camp had changed. Five clay beads hung on a leather chain around his neck, and the boy shouted in the forest, but he was too far from the cabins for anyone to hear.