Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
He slowly sits up and then puts it in his mouth.
You feel the heat of the ambrosia melting in your mouth. As you look to your right, you see your wrist has mended back into place.
this makes him feel very sick. You see, it isn’t a very pleasant image. He starts freaking out.
”What’s happening? Who are you? What were those bird things? Where am i?”
“You’re being healed by the magical properties of ambrosia. I am Basel. Those were Harpies. You’re in Camp Half-Blood.”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
”Oh, so you can do what I can do as well?”
“Wait, what? What can you do?”
He pulls out a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and uncaps it.
“This”
He puts his hand out and concentrates. The water starts floating up out of the bottle. It flows around for a couple seconds before he flicks his wrist and it freezes.
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
”Oh, so you can do what I can do as well?”
“Wait, what? What can you do?”
He pulls out a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and uncaps it.
“This”
He puts his hand out and concentrates. The water starts floating up out of the bottle. It flows around for a couple seconds before he flicks his wrist and it freezes.
“…i don’t think i can do that. I am very confused.”
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
”Oh, so you can do what I can do as well?”
“Wait, what? What can you do?”
He pulls out a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and uncaps it.
“This”
He puts his hand out and concentrates. The water starts floating up out of the bottle. It flows around for a couple seconds before he flicks his wrist and it freezes.
“…i don’t think i can do that. I am very confused.”
“Look at the grass below you. It’s frozen, man! How about you try.Just focus on what you what to water to do”
“Nope.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“…and there were harpies. What the heck? Are you saying I’m half god?”
“Yes”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
“Wow. I was not expecting to hear that today. I’m Caleb, by the way.”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Basel” He shakes your hand.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They feel cold to the touch. Really cold. it feels like holding an ice cube with their bare hands.
”Nice to meet you.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
“You’re definitely a child of hades.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“What?”
*ha, nope*
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
”Oh, so you can do what I can do as well?”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
“Wait, what? What can you do?”
“I could be wrong.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“You are saying that i could be related to the god of the Underworld?”
He pulls out a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and uncaps it.
“This”
He puts his hand out and concentrates. The water starts floating up out of the bottle. It flows around for a couple seconds before he flicks his wrist and it freezes.
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
“…i don’t think i can do that. I am very confused.”
“Look at the grass below you. It’s frozen, man! How about you try.Just focus on what you what to water to do”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!