Well here it is, chapter 8 just like I promised if I got another review, granted it was only one. And I know I said it would be a convo between Damien and Kurt or Damien and Silena but when I sat down to wright it this came out instead. So yeah:) there might be another damien chapter next time too, and maybe again after that. I feel as if Damien needs more love, after all he is a child of Aphrodite.

So read:) We no own Kurt of Blaine and any PJO characters you may encounter aren't ours either. all mistakes are my own.


Also this is about 3 months after his birthday, so about September, him and Adena are both year-rounders


Damien – Age 11

I sighed as I plopped down on my bed, staring up at the pictures that hung from the bottom of the bunk above me.

There were tons of pictures of Adena and me, even though we'd only known each other for about a year. I feel as if I've known her forever.

There was a picture of Adena leaning over me with a sword to my throat, and another in her other hand. I laughed as I remembered that. It had been the first time I'd dueled anyone. She had told me that I wasn't ready, but I was convinced that I could take her. Kurt had taken the picture. He had been there to referee the match seeing as he was the current sword fighting instructor. He had laughed when I challenged her. Afterwards he looked at me and said, "Why don't you practice a bit more? It'll take a lot more than 2 months of training to beat my girl."

I looked at the picture next to it. It was of Adena and I at our rock, I was doing a backbend and Adena was standing on her hands on top of the rock. We had been messing around and Blaine had happened to snap a picture. I laughed at the memory.

The next one was of my cabin, my siblings. Kurt was at my left and Silena was at my right, she had one arm strewn around my waist and he had his on my shoulder. Everyone else seemed to fade into the background. Everyone had those perfect smiles that those of Aphrodite possess but only Kurt's, Silena's and mine seemed genuine.

The last one was of Adena; she had her hair in a messy bun that was perched directly at the top of her head. She had green gunk on her face and was laughing, her smile wide and her eyes shut. I had given her a facial because I thought she had needed to relax. She eventually let me convince her and she had just looked in the mirror when I took the picture. Saying that she looked like an idiot with the stuff smeared all over her face.

I closed my eyes and rolled off my bed, walking to the chest at the foot of my bed with my name engraved on it. I opened it and searched for one more picture. One that I had brought with me when I came to camp. I hadn't even realized I'd packed it until I had gotten here. An old Polaroid of my dad and I, I looked to be about 2 and he was laughing. I could hear his goofy laugh. All the fun times we had together came back to me and I felt my eyes watering at the memories. Him teaching me to sign and having a tutor come over to teach me to talk as well.

I frowned as the not-so-good memories came back as well. I put the photo back in the chest and closed it. I really don't think I packed that picture.

I looked up at the ceiling with a blank look on my face.

"Why do you want me to remember him so badly?" I walked away, ignoring the ticking that was emanating from the chest that seemed to have just started. I glanced back at the chest, thinking of the pocket watch I knew had just started ticking of its own accord and glared a bit before walking outside.

I definitely didn't pack the photo, I was sure of it.

With one last glance at the clear blue sky I walked on to lunch.


Just a little snippet, hope you liked it, the story might get a bit sadder in the next few chapters so, fair warning. Also, Why is it that more people have viewed chapter 1 and 5 then any other chapters? 1 I understand, but why 5?

Anyways Reviews are my food so don't starve me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Dax