(A/N) Thank you to everyone who has submitted an OC so far. To everyone who is thinking of submitting one, please do. Here is the introduction for my OC, Maia. Her character creation form is on my profile if you would like to read that before meeting her.

Update on SYOC: All of the OCs that I have received are excellent and I could see any of them becoming a part of my story. I may try and keep everyone but I'm not sure how that will go. Funny thing is that I can see lots of arguments popping up and some of them annoying each other to no end (Maia probably would have a hand in that too). At this point, everyone has siblings (assuming that I keep everyone) and I think the Hades cabin is exclusively girls while the Zeus cabin is exclusively boys, jut in case anyone was curious.

I also updated my OC Character Creation form with a few additional general questions. Please take the time to fill those out and send them to me by PM if you have already sent in an OC.

SYOC is still open. It will close this Friday (October 14th, 2016). Maia's past will be the next chapter.

Thank you to my two reviewers. Yay, reviews! :) I have fixed one of my mistakes (the others will have to wait until after midterms).

Maia stood in the graveyard watching the stars above. The moon was half there and only a few clouds drifted across the grey, blue-black sky. She was waiting for something didn't know what it was but she knew that something had been here and it had caused havoc of the most unforgivable kind. Whatever was here had disturbed the dead. The ground was dug up and a casket was unearthed. Its lid was shredded open so the contents were exposed to the air. Currently the casket was hidden from view behind a massive concrete angel but it still made her seething mad. The owner of the casket stood mournfully next to it. He balanced on one leg as he held the lower bone and foot of the other. Even though she couldn't summon them, the undead seemed to be drawn to her. Everywhere she went it seemed that they appeared. Then they all seemed to want to talk to her so she had no choice but to stop and talk. If she didn't, Jane would have called her out for her rude behaviour.

"Maia, something's coming." Jane whispered in her ear.

Maia plucked the string on her bow to check its resistance before whispering back, "What is JJ?"

"I don't know but it isn't human." Jane told her.

Maia turned around to raise an eyebrow at her but Jane had already vanished. The skeleton also looked as if he was trying to hide but there wasn't much cover in his desecrated grave.

Maia turned back to face the small forest which was growing out of the back of the graveyard. She could hear a sound over the wind now. It was a snuffling and a low growling. From the rustling of the leaves, it appeared to be moving pretty saw its glowing red eyes before its hulking form even got close to the edge of the trees. She nocked an arrow and loosed it straight at the thing. It didn't even seem to slow down. She shot again and stepped back as it got closer. She shot again and again and again and again. The last time, she nocked two arrows. Still it kept coming.

When it finally burst out of the trees, Maia saw that it was a bulky purple beast with long horns, red spines down its back and a long purple tail ending in a red flame. It stood up on two legs and jammed its clawed hind feet into the ground. Spreading its two arms apart, it flexed its front claws, which were just the same size as the gashes in the casket, and roared. Its flaming red eyes searched around as if it couldn't see Maia and the creature's head, adorned with a black mane and seven arrows, whipped back and forth.

"Lovely." Maia thought, "I've got nothing for close range."

She shot an arrow straight at its left eye and the arrow sunk in a good three inches. Then the creature reached up and pulled it out. The bright red flame, which had dulled slightly, returned to its regular strength once the arrow was extracted.

"And it has no eyes." Maia realized, "What else could be a weak spot."

Maia dodged as it lumbered forward and made a swipe at her.

"Very top heavy." she noted.

It turned again and made another swipe. Maia rolled aside, shot a few arrows and mentally inventoried the monster. Claws, nope, feet, nope, legs, probably not, torso, not promising, tail, no way, spines, nope, arms, nope, paws, nope, neck, not from the front, head, obviously not working, and eyes, definitely not. Sweep its legs out from under it, or knock it off balance, and hope it hit its head was option number one. Shoot at the torso and hope to hit a weak point was option number two. Option number three meant using her powers, getting behind the monster and leaving an arrow in its neck.

"Option number three." Maia decided and rolled to a place where she had room to move.

She slung her bow over her shoulder and traded it for her staff. The staff had been with her through many fights and she hoped that the wood could last through this one too. It looked as if it was starting to crack and she didn't want to have to replace it now.

The monster swiped at her and Maia swung her staff hearing a satisfying whack as it connected. The monster had a moment to look confused before Maia started to drive it back by smacking at its paws every time it lashed out. Maia knew she wasn't doing any real damage. She was only unbalancing it a little. They exchanged thirty four more parries and the thing only moved backwards thirty eight centimetres or so, but it was enough. A spot on the back of its neck was in line with a tree's shadow. As a bonus, the spot even had a small shadow on it.

Maia took a deep breath, steadied herself, looked over the monster's shoulder at where she wanted to be, held her breath, and did a little spin on the spot. Halfway through her twirl, just when she was starting to exchange her staff for her bow, she disappeared. The monster sniffed the air and twitched its ears before whipping its head back and forth. It continued alternating between the movements. Meanwhile, Maia had managed to grab her bow, string an arrow and pull back. When she reappeared behind the monster, she was in midair. Maia had a readied bow pointed directly at the back of the monster's neck. She let the arrow fly and it sank two inches into the creature's flesh. For good measure, while she was falling towards the creature, Maia switched her bow for her staff, and pounded the arrow even deeper into the monster.

She felt exactly when it gave way and then the monster howled and beat at its chest before it faded away. The silhouette of sand swirled around and out of the graveyard as the wind momentarily picked up. A bone was all that was left of the monster. Maia landed in a crouch near her trophy. It wasn't a monster sized bone she noticed.

"Was it only that one?" asked Maia as she picked up the bone and returned it to the skeleton.

He nodded eagerly and reattached his parts. He had been in the ground so long that he had no skin attached to him, or maybe the monster had ripped it all off, and his bones were bleached in tiger stripes from his recent exposure to the sun. The skeleton danced a quick jig, bowed to Maia, headed over to his grave, waved and disappeared back into his casket. Maia followed him over and looked down trying not to wince or drive her nails into her palm. The casket was still ruined and she couldn't do anything about that.

Maia was filling in the missing earth when Jane asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." Maia replied patting down the last bit of soil.

"Hold out your hands." Jane ordered as Maia tried to brush the dirt off.

Maia did as she was told and Jane pulled a ghostly pitcher out of her pocket. She proceeded to pour the icy cold water over Maia's hands as Maia furiously hurried to get all the grime off.

"Wash under your nails." Jane scolded and, leaving the pitcher still pouring in midair, pulled out a nail brush and proceeded to scrub Maia's nails until she was satisfied the dirt was gone.

"Are we done business in this graveyard?" asked Jane righting the pitcher, putting it away, and passing Maia a towel.

"Yes." Maia told her, "We should be, for now."

"You've got a spot on your cheek." Jane told her wiping it off with the towel.

"Jane!" Maia protested switching staff for bow.

"You're clean." Jane announced pocketing the towel.

"Thanks JJ." Maia muttered.

"Do you want to leave?" asked Jane.

"No." Maia told her, "I'm going to stay. Everyone should know that trespassing in my graveyards is not permitted and desecration never goes unpunished."

Jane sighed but didn't say anything. She watched as Maia stood there looking up at the stars. Maia's bow, though strung, was down at her side and her gaze wasn't watching this world. It was only a matter of time before the skeletons started dancing and the zombies joined in.