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So after much consideration I have finally decided to a chapter on each character to understand better how the characters will interact and also get feedback on my interpretation of everybody's characters. So without further ado…

Jezebelle:

It was intolerable, unbearable, but I kept running. Sprinting full speed only brought on by the belief that if you stop you will die. And I cried. Out of fear and out of grief I cried. But I kept running.

Sage was bounding just ahead of me with apparent ease on what had recently been revealed furry goat legs. She looked back, dread and fear painting her features and I knew at once that the beast was catching up. She shouted encouraging me to continue and run faster, but I was at my limit. My pathetic little human legs were simply incapable of propelling me any faster.

I dared not look back to see the slobbering giant that pursued us. Instead I ran with as much intensity as I could muster without tripping over myself. We sprinted up the bridge that overpassed the freeway before Sage turned around, leapt over my head, and clobbered the monsters bulbous belly with her weapon of choice. A big stick.

When she landed she had just enough time to leap out of the way of the giant's massive hand. I stopped and watched their struggle for a moment before I realized that Sage was hopelessly out matched. She ducked and dodged gracefully but when she hit he was utterly unfazed.

I immediately took action. The fight had wandered in to the street where the giant one-eyed monster was trying to throw cars at Sage. They fought across one and a half lanes of traffic leaving me with plenty of space to get behind the Cyclopes. In the dark and with his attention directed at Sage, I suck up behind the monster and threw my full body weight at him.

The weight of a nine year old girl did little more than outrage the giant. His split and yellowing fingernails clawed at his back as if to scratch an extremely irritating itch staggering back a few steps towards the edge of the bridge. I scrambled up to the beasts head, swung a leg over each shoulder, grabbed a fistful of ear in each hand, and threw my weight backwards.

The giant staggered back another half step and reached for me again. Not about to surrender to slobbering moron of a monster I threw my weight back again. This time I was heavier. No, not heavier. Some outside force was pulling me back. I could feel darkness embrace me and guide me to where I wanted to go.

The giant had now staggered back to the edge of the bridge. He was struggling to gain balance as I tried to dismount him. Fortunately Sage managed to jump up to the face of the monster, grab me, and lunch us safely to the bridge while the Cyclopes toppled over the edge.

At that moment I felt the embrace of darkness again and let it consume me. When I woke up I was in a chair in a big open hallway with people wandering up and down it. Various smells floated through the air the most distinct being the smell of cinnamon. That's when I noticed Sage in the seat next to me with a pair of Cinnabon breakfasts.

"How are you doing," she asked.

I opened my mouth and tried to force air through it before I coughed realizing my throat was in fact incredibly dry.

Sage handed me a bottle of water which I eagerly gulped down until my lungs demanded oxygen.

"Thank you," I choked out.

"No problem," she replied.

She then handed me a cinnamon roll and we ate in silence. As I ate that cinnamon roll I got the chance to reflect for the first time on what had happened last night. What had happened? One second my dad was tucking me in to bed and the next he was…The next second he was laying down his life so that I could escape.

My sob was muffled by the cinnamon roll I was biting in to but it also caused me to bite my tongue. The pain was a welcome distraction from the grief boiling in my stomach that was threatening to make me vomit. No matter the pain, however, all I could see were my father's smiling eyes.

I didn't understand. He faced his death with a smile on his face. Why? Did he want to leave me? Didn't he know that his death would bring only misery to world? But, of course, that's not what his smile meant at all. He wasn't happy that he would die. He was happy that he could save his daughter. He was happy that he so completely lived for something beyond himself, but I wouldn't even begin to realize this for another six years.

Sparkie:

"Kids, you'd better get going before you miss the bus again," my mom called out to me and my brother and sister.

As usual I was running late because I had to wait for Coll to take his 45 minute shower. I know he definitely doesn't need 45 minutes to shower. He just does it so I'll miss the bus and be late to school, but not today. Today I was prepared. I had laid out my clothes, organized my backpack, and packed my lunch last night so today I was ready to throw my clothes on, grab my backpack and sprint out the door just in time to catch the bus.

I walked down the aisle to the back of the bus where my mortal friend Michael hopping over the feet that ever so discretely moved in to the aisle as I walked by.

"Hey Mike!" I said bright as the morning sun.

He acknowledged with an exasperated, "Humph."

I chuckled and said, "What kind of greeting is that? It's not even a word. Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Before eight o'clock? Most days I'm glad you're late so I don't have to put up with your 'good morning' attitude," but even as he said it a smile played at his lips.

"Only most days?" I taunted.

"Well there was that one time you brought me coffee," he said.

"You told me that tasted like mud," I told him.

"Did I? Huh, I guess that means you still owe me a good cup of coffee," he said and we laughed.

The bus arrived at school and we wandered to our lockers meeting up with a few friends along the way. The conversation grew with each added member, drifting homework, to teacher, to what the plan was for the upcoming weekend. It was all very normal especially for someone like me.

The bell rang and everyone shuffled to their classes. I personally drifted to the English room where I had to sit through a lecture on Romeo and Juliette. Now, I don't have a problem with Shakespeare, but listening to teachers talk is simply a waste of time. How am I supposed to understand a play written 500 years ago if I can't see what's happening. And when he talks he doesn't even mention the god stuff like how he made up the word puke or could insult someone in about a trillion different ways.

So my mind went off on its own tangent about my late half-brother. Shakespeare, like me, had been a son of Apollo. At Camp Half-Blood we had a biography on Shakespeare that was so detailed you could find the location of the toilet he was sitting on when he thought of Macbeth. But of course the teachers and the rest of the class would call me crazy if I ever spoke out against Shakespeare's pure Christianity so I kept my silence.

The day continued on as usual and it wasn't until lunch that any problems occurred that I couldn't just ignore.

"Oi, Sparkie," a deep gravelly voice called out.

I turned around being sure to make a loop instead of just pivoting. I learned early on that if you didn't change the location of your head when you turned around you would probably get hit in the face. And sure enough as I stepped out to the side a basketball flew by where my head had just been.

The name of the assailant was Ben. A big fellow with a big ego and big feet. I know he has big feet because he regularly tries to trip me.

"Hey, Sparkie I noticed you on the bus this morning. Did you finally learn how to read the clock?" said Ben with a chuckle.

Did I mention how clever he is? He still got a few chuckles out of the group surrounding us. Human social hierarchies are truly amazing.

But I laughed the loudest and brightest. "Whew, that was good Ben. You got to love the classic dyslexia joke. Ha!" I said after I had gained everyone's attention.

Ben eyed me cautiously and everyone around was watching him to see how he would respond after only a moment he said, "Ha, Yeah you really are stupid huh."

What incredible wit. I couldn't decide if he had ignored my obvious sarcasm or simply didn't see it but it didn't matter. I just chuckled and said "Yeah, see you later Benny," as I turned and walked away.

When I sat down at the table with my friends there were joke s and laughter, but the rest of my day consisted of daydreaming about camp. Between Coll and Ben I was ready for a little summer fun in the sun.

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