So we made it to camp! Success! 

Kyanite~

I'm not surprised. Ever since I learned that there were more people like me, I started thinking. I knew that there must be others, possibly even groups, maybe even safe havens, like Camp Haflblood. The motorcycle-girl was taken inside, while the rest of us were sent by a blonde-haired girl in an orange t-shirt to watch an "introduction film." It filled in every bit of information that was lacking from my brain. Or almost every bit. Now, everyone is wandering around, touring the grounds while oohing and ahhing. I prefer to do my own exploring. Walking down the long line of cabins, I watch as boys my own age play basketball. A bunch of kids with quick fingers and trouble-making smirks are playing wall ball against a long, low cabin with peeling paint. Circling each cabin, I try to guess which greek god they belong to. Finally, I come to one bedecked with vines and flowers. Literally. The vines are growing right out of the rooftop. In the back of the cabin is a statue of some sort. Upon closer inspection I realize that it is a sword with what looks like a sheave of wheat wrapped around the handle stucking the ground. Quickly, I glance at the words written on a stone near it. 

In honor of Finn Ules, 

son of Demeter,

who sacrificed his life

to rescue his friends. 

My heart lurches as it begins to beat faster. My breath is caught in my throat so that I can't breathe. I feel an unfamiliar pressure building in my chest that threatens to explode out in choking sobs. But I can't cry. Somehow I can't. Perhaps I have forgotten how. Dead. The only real friend that I ever had. It all makes sense now: him going away to a camp, writing almost never, calling even less, then disappearing. Suddenly, I hear someone behind me. I whirl around too quickly in a building rage. It's the blonde girl who talked to us earlier. 

"Tell me how he died!" I command, breathing again in painful gasps.

"What? I...you...Finn?" She asks, looking surprised.

"Well...I...they went off about three years ago, secretly, to rescue a daughter of Hades and fufill a strange prophecy. But only one of them returned with everyone's horses. She admitted to having taken the horses because she had been dismissed as "too young" to go inside a monster-filled cave and rescue the demigod. She felt that if she would have been there, Finn wouldn't have died. Several months later, more of the demigods returned, confirming that Finn had been killed by a giant. You knew him? I—I'm sorry," she added quickly, noticing my expression. 

"Yeah. I knew him," I answered, starting to walk away. The girl grabbed my shoulder.

"Wait," she said. Maybe because my shocked mind was trying to distract me, I noticed that her intense exrpession, storm-cloud eyes and wavy blonde hair reminded me of someone. Me.

"Well, I was thinking...do you know who your mother is?" She bursts out suddenly. I think for a second, wrenching out of her strong grip. The truth forces its way out.

"No."

"Well, I think it's a pretty safe bet to say...we're siblings! Of course, we'll have to wait until your claimed, but all demigod siblings have defining characteristics," she smiled. "Can I show you around?" I look back at the sword, wondering which of Finn's demigod friends brought it back to camp. My head snaps forward, looking around at the other kids nearby. They're all outcasts, outsiders, people who don't fit in the "normal" world. I swallow.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." This is home now. This is where I belong.

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Final post! Awesome! Loved this RP and everyone's characters :)