(A/N) Hello everyone. I have not been kidnapped by Monocle Motors or sent to the Fields of Asphodel. I am currently in exam season (well technically this whole year is exam season but...more exams than normal) and have not been able to dedicate as much time as I would like towards writing. I am looking forward to Reading Week.

SYOC is officially over and OCs and roles have been chosen. I am also looking for a beta reader.

I have been having some issues with Maia's past so I have done some other character's pasts. If the character's creator notices any glaring errors or things that just don't seem to match up, please let me know. Keep in mind that these are not the personalities that each character will have on the quest as these are them in the past. The first past is for Breanna submitted by FearlessFlame.

Bre: Past

Challenge – She was born before the great war but she hadn't seen much of it. The only thing that she could remember was that her father left and didn't come back. Her mother moved them to China soon after the war ended. It was just her, her little sister and her mother. They had settled with an old family friend who lived near the mountains. It was far away from the politics and the power games but also far away from most people and from any signs of civilization. It was good for Bre.

Breanna was able to practice her fighting in relative safety here. There was no danger of being killed by monsters. Bre knew she was not a normal girl. The family friend they were staying with was able to recognize it instantly; he should have since he was a son of Athena. Bre had started training with him almost as soon as they had arrived. If she hadn't seen so many unexplainable things in her life, she may not have believed him but there was always something strange happening to her. That was why Bre accepted that she was half human and half Greek God, though no one knew which god, and that her sister was her half-sister and the man who died in the war was her step-father. She was glad that she was able to talk to her mother about it before her mother died the next year. After that, Bre devoted her time to training, chores, and looking after her little sister. Then the daggers came.

"Bre, these are for you." her teacher said as he passed over a cloth wrapped bundle.

Bre tentatively unwrapped it. Tomorrow would be her eighteenth birthday and she wanted to know what this early gift was. Her eyes widened as she stared at the daggers in front of her. They were black and slightly cold to the touch with intricate designs carved into the blade. The guard was golden but it wasn't straight. Instead, it was curved and one side flared up while the other curved back towards her hand. The hilt was smooth and fit perfectly into her hand. It was also bound in gold and the pommel appeared to be solid gold. It looked more expensive than anything she had ever seen. Bre looked up at her teacher for an answer. He could not have afforded these.

"I found them at the foot of the mountain." he remarked and he seemed to be puzzling something over in his head.

"The Huangshan mountain?" Bre asked curious indicating the view from the window.

"Yes." he replied, "I wonder where they came from."

"Maybe there is more treasure up there." Bre speculated excited.

"I would not climb that mountain." her teacher advised.

"We've done it before." Bre countered.

"Not all the way up and not in weather like this." he refuted gesturing at the gloomy day.

"It wasn't much different." Bre argued, "It was slightly warmer but only by a few degrees."

"I will not change my mind." her teacher stated.

"I'll go and climb it on my own." Bre announced getting up.

"Climbing that mountain alone is folly. Many a person gets lost up there." her teacher warned.

"You can always come with me." Bre invited.

He shook his head and said, "I will wait for you since you will go no matter what I say. However, I will not go with you."

"Yes teacher." Bre responded.

"If you do not return in a month, I will send a search party after you." her teacher warned.

"Thank you teacher." Bre said and gathered her gear quickly.

After she said good-bye to her sister, Bre set off up the mountain. It took her a week, maybe more, to reach the top. She seemed to lose track of time and the amount of backtracks, roundabout routes and uses of her power, that the journey required. It was helpful to be able to jump through solid objects when there was a boulder blocking the only way up; still it took a long time. When she finally reached the top, there was nothing there except a tree standing straight and tall. That was weird as the winds at the top of the mountain were fierce.

Bre was hungry and the one peach on the tree looked ripe so she pulled it down and took a bite. She took another and another since it was so sweet and juicy. Before she knew it, she had finished the peach. Bre's intention was to head back down the mountain but that was before she collapsed.

When Bre woke up, she felt refreshed rather than confused or dizzy. Standing up, she began her long descent down the mountain. At the bottom, she kept going straight past her teacher's house and down to the village where she stopped at the local shaman's house. The woman beckoned her inside.

"Something has happened to you child." the woman stated.

Bre recounted her adventure on the mountain then asked, "What were those peaches?"

"One always lives with myths blending into reality." the woman told her, "It appears you set foot into a myth on that mountain."

"What myth?" questioned Bre, "What kind of peaches grow on that tree?"

"The Peaches of Immortality." the woman replied, "I am sorry child, but you are now cursed to 1000 years of life."

"1000 years of life?" Bre asked confused, "What does that mean?"

"1000 years cannot be explained in the span of minutes or even years." the woman replied, "Some find it a blessing; most lament their tragedy. 1000 years means something different to everyone. You have to take your years and make them meaningful. It is your duty to walk a path of purpose. You were meant for a purpose. I can see that much."

"Is there nothing else you can tell me?" asked Bre standing up to leave.

"Each of us spends our years differently." the woman replied, "1000 or not, live fully. I have."

Then the shaman stood, bowed and left through a back door. Bre mulled than over as she headed home. What did 1000 years of life entail? What would she do with them? What would she have to lose?