Once upon a time, we were happy.
Grinning ear to ear we forgot our pain.
This was our home, our safe haven.
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(you just had to rip it away.)
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Some of us spent years here,
Others, mere weeks.
Regardless, this had been home.
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(home isn't home unless you can be free)
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Mortal parents, and broken homes,
Not everyone's reality, but to each their own.
They only served as distant memories.
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(look mommy, I finally fit in)
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I never really believed of families torn by war,
That was a nightmare to which I never had to worry,
At least not until now.
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(family is made up of more than shared blood)
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Two wars with only a few years seperation.
Brought on by evil's desperation.
But is it truly evil if we do the same to protect our own values?
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(don't judge unless you've been there too.)
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Now it seems darkness has swallowed hope whole.
And family has been lost, to protect our home.
But still we must go on.
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(lives were lost so we could live)
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We will pick up the pieces,
And clean up the grounds.
Make everything nice and pretty again.
(For here on Half Blood Hill, we will never be truly alone. )
It's more word vomit than anything, but I like it. One of my favorite things in the PJO spin off series was how it closely revolved around family and war. I've always liked the idea that the campers would see Camp Half Blood as their home, and the demigods as family, it makes me beyond happy -