(Author's Note: Again, I would like to remind you that Rainbow Droplets has given me permission to use Melanie, and that Silva is my character.)
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Eventually, Melanie found a sleeping bag. She curled up in it and fell asleep after a minute of hoping she didn't have nightmares about the orientation film. Instead, in her dream, Melanie found herself at the edge of a deep chasm that radiated coldness. A low voiced laughed, and called up to her. For the first time, Melanie felt fear. "Do not fear me young half-blood…" the voice said. Creepy little mind-reading pit thing. Melanie managed to stammer out, "I - I'm not. W-who are you? What are you?" Melanie, though not knowing, was talking in both her dream and aloud in the real world. The voice chuckled again, sending goosebumps down her arms. "I am many things, child." The voice said. Melanie then woke with a start, sweat dripping down her face.
Sitting up, Melanie saw everyone else was sound asleep. Some muttering (one was muttering about evil bunnies of doom), some drooling, some snoring, some sucking their thumb, and a few were even doing all of those at once. She sighed and laid back down, spending the night unable to sleep, tossing and turning - wondering what the voice was.
"What in the name of Zeus...?" Silva mumbled quietly. Though he was lying down, and appeared asleep, the half-blood had insomnia and therefore had heard Melanie's words. "That couldn't have been...could it?" He had heard, stories, rumors, of what had happened to the last half-blood who had had those kinds of dreams.
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Getting up the next morning and immediatly shivering, Melanie pulled on some clothes, and then went outside to watch Apollo's car slowly rise up the sky. She played absent-mindedly with a branch, but then a noise sounded behind her. Instinctively Melanie muttered a spell, making the branch flame. She whirled around, now armed. It turned out to only be a sleepy boy still in his pajamas, who let out a low scream and hurried back into his cabin. Oops.
Silva sighed and finally resigned himself to not getting any sleep. Walking out of the Hermes cabin, still in his pajamas, he walked over to Melanie. "My father's the one, you know." He muttered it to no one in particular. "He's the one who drives the sun across the sky."
Melanie looked at him in surprise. "Your dad's Apollo?" she asked. Melanie, having this to ponder stared off into the distance, carelessly muttering some words. Boy, was she surprised when her flaming branch turned into a guinea pig! "Oops. Wait, how'd I do that?" A passing kid muttered something darkly about magic, while a kid ignoring them muttered about Capture-the-flag. "Silvia? How did I do that? And what in Tarturus is Capture-the-flag?" Melanie asked confusedly.
"Yeah, my dad's Apollo, but he hasn't claimed me yet. As for your questions, you used some form of magic, and Capture The Flag is a game we play here. When we play it again, either Dionysus or Chiron will explain the rules. Any other questions?" Silva finished, his fingers now twisting a lock of his hair.
Melanie blinked. "Um… no, I think?" Suddenly, she remembered the cold voice. Melanie looked at him and said with an ice-cold glare, "Since you're the kid of Apollo, I expect you to be trustworthy and not tell anyone this. But I have one more question." She seemed to almost deflate. "Is - well, hypothetically speaking, if you had a dream about an evil voice coming out of a deep pit - who is that voice?"
"Oh gods...I can only assume that the voice was Kronos, lord of the titans...You really don't want to know what happened to the last half-blood who had dreams..." Silva trailed off, shock clearly etched across his face.
Melanie stared at him. "Err, yeah, I guess I do, actually." she stopped when she saw the look on Silva's face. "Well, I was just say hypothetically speaking…" Melanie offered weakly. Was it just her imagination, or did that same cold voice - Kronos, lord of the titans- saying, "Are you afraid of me young half-blood? Muahaha." That sent chills down her arms, except for the 'muaha' part - he was obviously not the lord of creativity. Abruptly changing the topic Melanie said, "C'mon. Let's go get breakfast. Where IS the breakfast hall?"
Silva, sensing Melanie did not want to be on the topic of Kronos at the moment, pointed at the line of picnic tables. Some of the campers were already lined up for food. "It's where we eat al our meals. Anyways, c'mon. We don't want out eggs to turn cold, now do we?" With that, Silva started calmly walking toward the picnic tables.