Aphelios is seemingly asleep on the grass just outside the forest.

A teenager around 14, with ginger hair, black T-shirt, grey shorts, and black slides, walks into camp with a golden retriever wearing a service dog vest

(good afternoon :D)

"When the night comes and you find that you're bound...Tied to the tree and the straps at your knees..." 

Atticus sighs softly, and puts his acoustic guitar off to the side before readjusting himself to lean against the tree he's nearby, folding his wings over himself to try and warm up.

He's been cold lately, physically, spiritually cold. Nothing he does seems to fix his body's inability to regulate it's own temperature. And so he rests, eternally tired.

There's a song in the air. 

A song of sadness, of life, of a lack of hope. But most of all it is a song of the quiet at camp-how nothing is coming when it should be. 

Evan has been spending most of his time outside of camp. Chiron doesn't know this, but most campers do, considering his recent disappearances. 

Aspen has been alone, mostly. 

Kota has been settling disputes in the camp. A couple of kids have decided to pester some of the unclaimed kids, and Kota stepped in to stop the fight. 

Murphy is... gone. Perhaps under the ocean.

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There's a song in the air. 

A song of sadness, of life, of a lack of hope. But most of all it is a song of the quiet at camp-how nothing is coming when it should be. 

Evan has been spending most of his time outside of camp. Chiron doesn't know this, but most campers do, considering his recent disappearances. 

Aspen has been alone, mostly. 

Kota has been settling disputes in the camp. A couple of kids have decided to pester some of the unclaimed kids, and Kota stepped in to stop the fight. 

Murphy is... gone. Perhaps under the ocean.

 "So, how long is this gonna go on until I tell Chiron?" Asks Aeris, dangling from a tree in front of Evan

A bolt of electricity tears its way through Aspen's chest, hitting what's behind her, and not harming her.

Cherry is sleeping on the ocean floor. She's fine, trust.

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There's a song in the air. 

A song of sadness, of life, of a lack of hope. But most of all it is a song of the quiet at camp-how nothing is coming when it should be. 

Evan has been spending most of his time outside of camp. Chiron doesn't know this, but most campers do, considering his recent disappearances. 

Aspen has been alone, mostly. 

Kota has been settling disputes in the camp. A couple of kids have decided to pester some of the unclaimed kids, and Kota stepped in to stop the fight. 

Murphy is... gone. Perhaps under the ocean.

 "So, how long is this gonna go on until I tell Chiron?" Asks Aeris, dangling from a tree in front of Evan

A bolt of electricity tears its way through Aspen's chest, hitting what's behind her, and not harming her.

Cherry is sleeping on the ocean floor. She's fine, trust.

 "Oh!" Evan yelps. "Sorry, you surprised me. Probably forever, but don't worry. I can handle myself. 

"Hey! Watch it you freak!" She seems grumpy, you can tell that without her turning around. 

The water moves a bit, revealing that someone is there. 

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There's a song in the air. 

A song of sadness, of life, of a lack of hope. But most of all it is a song of the quiet at camp-how nothing is coming when it should be. 

Evan has been spending most of his time outside of camp. Chiron doesn't know this, but most campers do, considering his recent disappearances. 

Aspen has been alone, mostly. 

Kota has been settling disputes in the camp. A couple of kids have decided to pester some of the unclaimed kids, and Kota stepped in to stop the fight. 

Murphy is... gone. Perhaps under the ocean.

 "So, how long is this gonna go on until I tell Chiron?" Asks Aeris, dangling from a tree in front of Evan

A bolt of electricity tears its way through Aspen's chest, hitting what's behind her, and not harming her.

Cherry is sleeping on the ocean floor. She's fine, trust.

 "Oh!" Evan yelps. "Sorry, you surprised me. Probably forever, but don't worry. I can handle myself. 

"Hey! Watch it you freak!" She seems grumpy, you can tell that without her turning around. 

The water moves a bit, revealing that someone is there. 

 "You need meds, like me." She says, narrowing her eyes

"You're a freak, too. Hey, sis." Atticus chuckles, bearing more levinbolts

"Hmphmm?" She says, but it comes out in a garbled bubble

What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

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There's a song in the air. 

A song of sadness, of life, of a lack of hope. But most of all it is a song of the quiet at camp-how nothing is coming when it should be. 

Evan has been spending most of his time outside of camp. Chiron doesn't know this, but most campers do, considering his recent disappearances. 

Aspen has been alone, mostly. 

Kota has been settling disputes in the camp. A couple of kids have decided to pester some of the unclaimed kids, and Kota stepped in to stop the fight. 

Murphy is... gone. Perhaps under the ocean.

 "So, how long is this gonna go on until I tell Chiron?" Asks Aeris, dangling from a tree in front of Evan

A bolt of electricity tears its way through Aspen's chest, hitting what's behind her, and not harming her.

Cherry is sleeping on the ocean floor. She's fine, trust.

 "Oh!" Evan yelps. "Sorry, you surprised me. Probably forever, but don't worry. I can handle myself. 

"Hey! Watch it you freak!" She seems grumpy, you can tell that without her turning around. 

The water moves a bit, revealing that someone is there. 

 "You need meds, like me." She says, narrowing her eyes

"You're a freak, too. Hey, sis." Atticus chuckles, bearing more levinbolts

"Hmphmm?" She says, but it comes out in a garbled bubble

 “You got meds?” 

She relaxes and turns around. “Oh hey Atticus. Didn’t realize it was you.” 

She feels a tap on her shoulder.

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

 *waow. Evan is a tboy, but he passes very well. I am also a tboy.*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

 *waow. Evan is a tboy, but he passes very well. I am also a tboy.*

*Ya. She was born off of the need to make a child of Dionysus and delving into eldritch horror and stuff even more here, and I thought, what's more Dionysus-y than being trans? (Although, Hermaphroditus would probably be more accurate, but like, what does Hermaphroditus even do, Dionysus is just better, I wanna do eldritch horror stuff!*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

 *waow. Evan is a tboy, but he passes very well. I am also a tboy.*

*Ya. She was born off of the need to make a child of Dionysus and delving into eldritch horror and stuff even more here, and I thought, what's more Dionysus-y than being trans? (Although, Hermaphroditus would probably be more accurate, but like, what does Hermaphroditus even do, Dionysus is just better, I wanna do eldritch horror stuff!*

 *Oooooooh. Okay, who want?*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

 *waow. Evan is a tboy, but he passes very well. I am also a tboy.*

*Ya. She was born off of the need to make a child of Dionysus and delving into eldritch horror and stuff even more here, and I thought, what's more Dionysus-y than being trans? (Although, Hermaphroditus would probably be more accurate, but like, what does Hermaphroditus even do, Dionysus is just better, I wanna do eldritch horror stuff!*

 *Oooooooh. Okay, who want?*

*Uhhhhh*

*Hmmmm*

*Aspen!*

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What happens when madness goes insane?

Thoughts swirl through Merlot's head as she runs through the forests of camp half blood, storm thundering overhead. She knows it's not really there. She knows that nothing is really there. She knows that this is all just in her head. Fears made reality through a combination of divine powers, eldritch deals, and uncountable hours spent alone. She knows that she's simply gone insane. Her strength got the better of her.

What happens after the curtains close?

Is this her life? Running from imaginary horrors in her own mind? Is this her end? Shouldn't she be able to do something? To regain control? She used to live off the fear of others. Now the only fear is her own. ... No... no no no... there must be some way to re-write the script. She will not let the beings that puppet this world let it end like this, abandoned, empty, cold. She refuses for the epilogue to be read.

What happens when grapes age?

They change. They sterilize. They corrupt. They addict. So too does she.

Merlot bolts upright, sitting in a patch of watermelons, panting, a smile upon her face. This world can't rid itself of her that easily. She's sure of that.

 *wait I forgot who Merlot was…*

*Honestly same lol*

*Was looking through my Char doc and found her*

*Here's the description of her, straight from my Char doc*

*"She wears a bloodstained trans pride flag as a cloak, as well as rusted and corroding brass armor that creaks when she walks. Her hair is deep purple and falls down to her elbows. She fights with a two handed sword, also bloodstained and corroded. She can summon the armor and weapons by seemingly wrapping herself in a cocoon of watermelon vines, and out of it bursts her in all her glory, and dispels it with a snap, the armor melting off her. When not cladded in armor, she wears a baggy purple hoodie. She can also change her shape, as her whole deal is the paralyzing horror of madness, and eldritch fear, and eldritch bliss, and stuff like that.*

*So, basically, trans daughter of Dionysus who feeds on fear and horror and mayyyybe is kinda like an eldritch horror. Maaaaayyyyybe. Also, this is apparently important I guess "is addicted to watermelon juice"*

 *waow. Evan is a tboy, but he passes very well. I am also a tboy.*

*Ya. She was born off of the need to make a child of Dionysus and delving into eldritch horror and stuff even more here, and I thought, what's more Dionysus-y than being trans? (Although, Hermaphroditus would probably be more accurate, but like, what does Hermaphroditus even do, Dionysus is just better, I wanna do eldritch horror stuff!*

 *Oooooooh. Okay, who want?*

*Uhhhhh*

*Hmmmm*

*Aspen!*

 Aspen is walking through the fields, the wind blowing through her hair. She's limping slightly and cursing. 

*CUT*

Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.

"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"

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*CUT*

Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.

"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"

 “Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”

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*CUT*

Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.

"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"

 “Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”

"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"