(Ok, here's a little preface to my half-blood character Marie Grendel:
She is sixteen, dark haired and olive skinned. She is a daughter of Ares, but you couldn't tell if you met her on the street. She is peace loving, and just wants to be ok. She also once upset Aphrodite in a big way, more of that to come later. She came to Camp Half Blood at age eleven and became a full time camper after her mom decided to go to California to see if she could make it in show biz, she hasn't seen her since. Marie was claimed by Ares the first (and only) time she ever hit someone, Silena Beauregard, in her first year at Camp. Her dad has commented more than once on how she is an embarrassment to him and all he stands for, but she knows she is doing what is right in the end. Chiron appointed her Head Counselor, which was a surprise to everyone, including her. In her third year Hayden Marsello, a nine-year-old son of Demeter, came and she took him under her wing, although he was not in her cabin. He was killed in a monster attack the same year. She and Lee Fletcher have always been friends, since they both arrived at camp, although their love story is not very normal. I guess you're just gonna have to see what happens to her!)
They lay on the soft grass of the open strawberry fields, looking at the constellations, Orion, the hunter, Cassiopeia, the Queen, and the new one, Zoe the Huntress. Lee turned his head to Marie, his blond hair still shining vaguely in the midnight light, he took her hand,
"What are you thinking?" Marie didn't want to answer, didn't want to let him know.
"How beautiful the sky is…"
"You're thinking something else too." Damn, he knew her well.
"I just, Lee, I'm scared about tomorrow."
"Why?"
She sat up, "Lee, its Kronos, and Luke, and all the monsters we've read about in books. You know the camp's army isn't enough…I can't…" she took a deep breath, "I can't let anyone die, there's already been enough death, after Hayden…" Lee sat up,
"Hayden is dead, we can't change that, but you can't save millions Marie, all you can do is hope for the best."
"But if something were to happen to Chiron, or my cabin, or you—" He kissed her, long, and relaxing, like the sun rising after a long and dark night.
"Nothing is going to happen to Chiron, or your cabin," he drew her close and whispered in her ear, "or me."
She wanted to believe him; she really did, but the words of Aphrodite just kept resonating in her mind, 'I will make love as hard for you as it is for Calypso!' Marie pulled away,
"But Aphrodite said—" she realized her mistake, Lee stiffened,
"The gods aren't always right." He said stonily, but drew her close again, cupping her chin in his hands, "And you know Aphrodite is extremely jealous."
"Shh," Marie hushed, "If she hears you—" He stood, yelling at the sky,
"Then what? Its true, and she knows it." He saw Marie's tears, and his face changed from the brave hero he was to another of his best attributes, worried boyfriend, he knelt next to her,
"Is a daughter of Ares crying? I thought you were supposed to be tough." He punched her lightly on the shoulder and she lifted her head, a smile creeping across her lips, "You better run Apollo boy!" she chased him through the fields before tackling him to the ground and kissing him, but the tears still came,
"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered, and she just kissed him harder.
"Marie?" Clarisse poked her half-sister and bunk bed buddy in the face, staring perplexedly.
"What's going on?" Marie jumped into consciousness.
"Well, you were just, just talking in your sleep again, but Chiron said to come get you, the ceremony's gonna be soon." Clarisse walked out, re-securing her blood-red bandana. She isn't so bad, Marie thought, just rough around the edges.
She got up and jumped over various pieces of armor and discarded wrappers, she would have to talk to Clarisse about getting the place cleaned up, although she was head counselor, and should've been there for her half brothers and sisters. She brushed her dark, curly hair and washed her face, ignoring the 'You're Ugly Anyway' sign scrawled across the mirror in red lipstick. She headed out of the cabin, wether she was ready to face the camp or not.