It was on my fourth week at camp that I discovered that I was primarily focusing on weapons. I hadn't worked on my mutant capabilities much, if at all. It was when Katie and Aster were gone for school and Miranda was gone on a quest, leaving me to tend to the strawberries that August. I couldn't really tend to them very well at all. I had schooling with the Athena cabin in the day time when they could and no one to help me. Even the amazing Percy Jackson was gone for college.

"Stupid water boy that can't help me water the strawberries," I grumbled to myself.

"Uh... Hi. My brother, Will, said that we should come here to see what we should do to help with the strawberries?" When I turned around there were other demigods/mutants all around my age. There was The Daughter of Athena that helped me that first day, a son of Apollo I was assuming since he was the one that spoke, and another child with curly brown hair and eyes. He seemed awkward and he had three gears on the back of his jean jacket. I'm willing to bet he's a grease monkey.

"Well... I don't have much practice with my powers so doing all of this would cause me to pass out which is becoming a bad habit of mine." I'll admit it. It was weird talking to people. I kind of just... gave up after a the first week. I didn't want to talk. I really didn't have all that much to say nowadays. What's the point in talking if there was nothing you wanted to say.

"So then what do we do?" The son of Apollo asked.

"Uh. I um... I guess um..." I paused and took in a deep breath and summoned my inner Captain America.

"First of all I have to be certain of your godly parents. If I'm right you each were sent here due to your capabilities. I want to be sure of who I assign what job."

"I'm Harley. Harley Davidson." My eyes lit up. I didn't even notice the hesitation to say his last name.

"You mean like-"

"Yes. Like the motorcycle company. Gee thanks Mom. I'm a son of Hephaestus." He seems cool. I'll have to keep him around. He looks like a beef cake! What did they feed this kid!? He also seemed pretty beat up and sad but how can a dude like that get beat up and depressed. He should be out lifting cars!

"I am Sophia Gray. Daughter of Athena." She had shoulder length curly blonde hair and large grey eyes. She seemed like a pretty okay person.

"Ha! Your name means wisdom. That can't be a coincidence. And you?"

"I am a son of Apollo. My name is Edgar Song."

"Your name reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe."

"That was another sibling of mine from way back in the day." I was surprised by that, but I had to admit that it made sense all circumstances considered.

"Oh. That's pretty awesome." He had really curly hair and large blue eyes. He seemed kind of average for a kid our age.

"Now that I know what you should be better with, I'll need Smarty and Beef Cake here to get me a whole bunch of water. Sunshine and I will be providing sun and fertile soil. When you come back with the water I need you two to try and figure out a system to get the appropriate amount of water to give to the plants. That's where Smarty pants can use her line of expertise and since the two of you will be working on the system it should work. After we do that we pull weeds. Or before. It can go either way really."

"You did not just call me Sunshine."

"Actually yes. I did just call you Sunshine." I tossed him a pair of aviators sunglasses. "Got a problem?" He just sighed informing me of my victory. I tossed the other two the same pair of sunglasses. We have a lot of them in the cabin for some odd reason.

"Now let's get to work. We have until the end of the week before Miranda comes back." Miranda never came back though. It got to the point where the four of us waited for her on the day she was supposed to come back with some other demigods. The other demigods came back, but not Miranda. We waited on the hill until sun down that day. They came back one short. There was a satyr a boy and a girl, but no Miranda. I felt panic rise within me.

"Miranda? Miranda! Where's Miranda? What happened to Miranda?" I asked the one closest to me. He looked sad and shook his head.

"No," I said quietly. This couldn't be happening. Not again. I can't lose another family member.

"She died." I bit my cheek and I tried hard to control my breathing. I wouldn't shed a tear. Not here and not now. Then Sunshine, Beef cake, and Smarty came up behind me. I should probably call then by their names. Edgar, Harley, and Sophia.

"How did she die?" Sophia asked. She stepped in front of me. I found out that she was the only one of our group of friends that didn't like superheroes.

"She saw a Dracanae. It said that it ate her sister's father. She charged into battle as soon as it said that and we haven't seen her since. We were busy running from another monster." His voice was breaking while he spoke.

"She might still be alive then."

"She's not. We went back. There was a pile of bloody human bones with a CHB Shirt and her weapon. We brought them back though for the funeral." My knees felt weak and I felt like throwing up. I guess I'm now head counselor. Yet I don't know what to do. I'm not ready for this. The next thing I saw was something I was growing painfully used to. Blackness.


The next day, I was given the task of making her shroud by Chiron and Dionysus.

"Her what?" Chiron looked forlorn as I asked this.

"Her shroud child. It is normally the head counselor that does this since they are the most experienced. But since both of your siblings are away at school and you are acting as head counselor, you must make the shroud." I swallowed a lump in my throat. This was how I knew this was all real. Another one bites the dust. My dad really did die. Monsters can kill people. Monsters are real. My mom really is Demeter. I didn't really believe it all until now.

"How do I make the shroud? I'm only ten years old. I can't sew."

"I will help you, Rose." And help he did. By the end of the week we had a beautiful shroud to burn for her. They wrapped the bones in the shroud and burned it all in the big fire. Everyone looked sad for me. Why wouldn't they. I lost my father and a sister in the same month. Worst summer vacation ever.

After the funeral I went back to the cabin. I just sat on my bed staring at the wall, listening to piano music until I heard a knocking on the door.

"Rose? Rosie? Can you open the door?" The voice sounded familiar.

"You can do it. If you can knock you can surely open a door." In came Annabeth, Will, and some other guy with really curly hair. He was short and Latino and had elfish features. He seemed semi muscular and had a tool belt so I assumed he was a child of Hephaestus because of the belt. Annabeth came to the bedside and sat down beside me as did everyone else.

"So... How are you doing?" Will asked me.

"How do you think I'm doing?" I stared down at my lap and grit my teeth. I felt weak. I hated feeling weak. I want to be strong.

"You must be really frustrated," Annabeth asked me. I vaguely heard Elf-boy in the background asking why he had to be there. Why do you have to be here? Will just hit him on the arm. I bit my lip. I will not cry. I can't cry. Crying means you are weak and vulnerable.

"You know. My dad once said that crying doesn't make you weak. It just means that you've been strong for too long. When was the last time you cried because you were sad?" Four weeks ago, but I'm not telling you that. I bit my lip and held my breath. I didn't want to start hyperventilating.

"Hey there, Chica. We're here to help you out with this. We've all been there and two out of three of us got to being the head counselor because of it. We want to help you. I'm Leo. I'm hot stuff." He summoned a fire that danced in his palm. "Literally. I'm hot stuff." I gave a small chuckle that gave way to tears.

"When was the last time you cried, Rosie?" Then Annabeth hugged me and let me cry on her shoulder.

"I feel responsible f-for h-h-her d-dea-death," I got out. My lungs were spasming to get more air but they were full. It broke up my words while I was talking. It continued until I forgot to breathe.

"You're hyperventilating. Hold your breath. You have to control your breathing." I held my breath even with the spasms but my body still twitched for a while until in a controlled breath I slowly let it go once I knew my heartbeat had calmed down some. I latched onto Annabeth for all I was worth. Annabeth would be an awesome mom. She kind of has to be since she's counselor of her cabin.

"Why do you feel responsible, Rosie?" Leo asked me once I calmed down.

"She died killing the snake lady that killed my dad."

"Then it's not your fault. She went in without a plan and wasn't trained well enough. If anything it's the monster's fault. She wasn't very old either and she was really thin. Not to mention her weapon is long range and Dracanae are good at dodging. The best thing to kill them with is a spear, a halberd, or a sword," Annabeth prattled off. Then the Stoll brothers waltzed in.

"We heard there was a sad little child of Demeter?"

"We're here to make her smile again!" They both had goofy grins. I stood up quickly and dried my tears.

"What do you want Stolls?" They looked at each other and grinned.

"Well we want to see you smile, little flower." We all sighed at them.

"What did you two have in mind?" Annabeth asked them both. They grinned again.

"Well... We heard that back home she would have a Marvel Movie night..." I Finally looked at them

"Where did you hear that?"

"Katie," they said in unison. They made a signal to someone outside and they brought in a television and all the things necessary for a movie marathon. They pushed the beds along my wall together and brought in bean bags. Soon the three demigods that had been helping me out with strawberries came in. And so the Marvel Movie night began.

I didn't smile that night and I didn't until a few months later, but I know I would have been much worse without my Marvel Movie night. I'll be a superhero. Every superhero has their tragedies but that will keep them moving.


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