Okay I did see all the wonderful comments and I can add them to the story if you want, just message me details- also they are all girls *confusion as to why there are no boiz* so please tell me if I can change anything about them or if you would prefer them to stay the way they are. Thanks so much and here is the update I promised! ~youseenothing

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"I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS, I WILL ABSOLUTELY CREAM YOU THE NEXT TIME YOU TRY TO CHARMSPEAK ME!" Jeska screamed. Rose laughed and shook her head.

"It's not Charmspeak," she argued. "I think it's more... chaos- speak." She laughed again and Jeska took a deep breath.

"I don't care what it is, don't do it again." Carlyle snorted and pushed up his glasses.

"I think we both know that's not gonna happen." Arra had been hanging out with these cray people since a younger camper got hurt on the climbing wall, closing training down for the day, They were all sitting on a blanket on the beach of the lake, a picnic basket abandoned by Carlyle's side.

See, the plan was to eat and chat like normal people, but they weren't normal people, so they talked about random, weird topics that connected in a way that wouldn't make sense if you weren't in their group. They were an unlikely group, with varying likes and dislikes, but they were thrown together- by what seemed to be destiny.

Rose was the oldest, a senior camper at this point, but she was the least mature out of the lot of them.- always pulling pranks and causing general mischief. None of the others trusted her, but simultaneously trusted her with their lives. Carlyle, on the other hand, was probably the most mature- but he was still fun. Ironically, he was the son of Eirene, goddess of peace, but the only one who could calm him down from a panic attack was Rose, daughter of Ate- the goddess of trickery. Jeska, a daughter of Demeter, was nothing like her half-siblings- the godly ones- who always seemed to be happy. Jeska got mad easily, but Carlyle always calmed her down with a touch. Then there was Arra, a simple daughter of Apollo, kind to all. She was strong though, with a supersonic scream that had left eardrums permanently damaged.

If you looked at them individually, you would never expect they would be friends- but, once you saw them together you would know. They worked together in an amazing way- like they were all different parts in one movement. It was odd to see them apart if they were all at Camp, and they kept in touch best as possible when they weren't. They were the best of friends, and everyone knew that if you messed with one, you messed with all. It wasn't worth the risk.

"Hey, do you guys think that Rose will ever get a job?" Arra asked, leaning in jokingly. "I mean, she could get one, but could she hold it down- being the trickster she is?" Rose smacked her in the arm and pulled out her bun, tousling her dark pink hair.

"I've held down a job- I just have to get a new one almost every fall, you know, because I come here in the summer." Carlyle shrugged and ran his fingers through her hair, separating it into parts to braid.

"I don't think I'll get a job until I'm out of school- unless I work weekends for someone," he said.

"What about-" She clapped a hand over her mouth before she could be a complete idiot. Zeus almighty, do you want to give the guy a panic attack? "Never mind, you don't have that wear you live," she lied. Of course, the girls all probably knew what she was about to say- "What about working for your parents?"- but Carlyle seemed blissfully unaware as he kept braiding.

"I don't wanna work," Jeska whined. Just as Arra was about to scold her, a rumble shook the earth below them, sending Rose tumbling down on top of Carlyle.

"What the Hades was that?!" Arra exclaimed, pushing herself to her feet. Jeska shot her a glare.

"How the hell should we know, we were with you," she replied with a roll of her eyes. Arra shoved her and pulled Rose off of Carlyle.

"We're gonna check that out, right?" Rose asked as she offered a hand to him. Carlyle accepted and nodded as she helped him up.

"I totally don't want to, but yea." They quickly packed up the blanket, stuffing it in the basket, which, in turn, was thrown into Arra's cabin as they passed it. It seemed like everyone else had the same plan- most of the camp was gathered into the dining area, while some of the older campers were heading ton the Big House. Rose quickly snatched her hair tie from Carlyle and twisted the braid into a bun again, snapping the hair band around it.

"You guys stay here, I promise I'll tell you what's going on." She pulled her bracelet off and unclipped it, allowing it to grow into her whip, which crackled with electricity. That was a bad omen- Rose never attacked, and if she had her weapon out it was probably serious. She darted towards the Big House and Arra fiddled with the bow charm in her hair- her actual bow, of course. The quiver of arrows was strapped to her belt- but there were only 24, and they knew that supply wouldn't last long. Carlyle patted himself down as his breathing got faster, his mismatched eyes widening. Jeska elbowed Arra and threw a glance at him- it was obvious he was on the brink of a panic attack, and if they were attacked he would be vulnerable.

Arra placed a light hand on his shoulder and pulled his worried gaze to her own calm one. "Carlyle, breathe, okay? Your just fine, Jeska has your gun, remember?" He shook his head as tears gathered in his eyes, the purple iris on the left starting to glow- people in the dining area were visually calming, that meant he was trying to calm the environment to calm himself. They couldn't have him tired though, and calming the entire Camp would knock him clear out. "Car, it's okay, no one's gonna get hurt, okay? Everything's okay, I promise." He stopped glowing, but there was no change in his breathing- and now the tears were running down his cheeks.

Jeska placed the gun in his shaking hands and rubbed his arms gently. "You're gonna be just fine, okay?" His breath caught and he ducked his head, his shoulders quaking and the gun clenched in his quivering hands. Arra rubbed his back as Jeska pulled her loose red waves into a ponytail, her bronze bracelet sliding off and into her hand, transforming into her sword as her eyes scanned the green.

As luck would have it, Rose was running towards them, a worried look on her face. She hugged Carlyle as soon as she saw him, calming him instantly. His tears quickly ceased and his breath slowed, along with the shaking in his hands. She let go of him and glanced at Arra and Jeska cautiously.

"We've got a problem."