Cloud Clarity |RION|

[Aiden Grayson]

Once again, Aiden was skiving off of his activities. Technically, since he was nineteen, he didn't have to go to cabin activities. (Mostly because he was supposed to be at college but he was skiving off of classes that day too.) But not even Aiden wanted to stay cooped up in Apollo Cabin all day. He'd almost have preferred going to school. And then he remembered how the cute teacher's assistant called him a 'model student' and one of the older boys in the class told Aiden to 'fuck off and stay away from Amelia'. And that's why Aiden was sitting at the edge of Poseidon's Lake, feet in the water despite it being so cold.

Aiden hated himself still, at times. Because he was so insecure in everything he did, it took only one comment and everything Aiden struggled for crashed down around him, leaving him alone to build up from scratch again. Honestly, Aiden thought he should have been someone else's son. Maybe the son of, like, the god of chickens. But Apollo? The only proof that Aiden was a son of Apollo was what he inherited and even that... Aiden sighed and splashed his feet a little more than necessary.

"Father," he muttered to himself, "why? Why this... Bullshit?" He brought his hand over to his arm, running his palm over the covered scars that were thick along his arm. They were mirrored on the other arm. Most were pale and definitely scars while some were... less than scars but more than scabs. Aiden was at least proud to say he hadn't added to his collection of scars since he'd started at Camp Olympus. "Why is everything so difficult?" he prayed to his father, as if the Sun God had time to stop and answer him. Aiden cursed in Ancient Greek under his breath and splashed his feet, getting his face wet unintentionally.

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Rion jerked awake, cvered in a cold sweat he panted, basping for air. It was almost as if he had just woke up from a very bad dream, a nighmare possibly; but that wasn't the cause. It was counciousness returning, his mind being released from what ever or whoever had a hold on him.

Batting his eyes a little he shook the sleep from his head; He was clad in only a short toga, almost the length of a girls short skirt, and sandles which were covered i n sand. As he sat he felt the tightness in his chest and felt a bandage there as he touched it. Looking at his hands and arms he saw more bandages. but most notably the one on his right fkre arm. Upon his night stand there was a snall piece of paper that had a small scrawling hand written in what one would assume was ancient greek. He was suprised that he could understand it.

Get dressed and leave the cabin.

He didnas he was told, well as the intrictions had told him to do; dressing in jeans an tshirt socks and shooes thatnhad been in the dresses and closet of the cabin he was in. Stepping out lf the cabin quietly he pulled on a jacket tthat had been hanging near the door. He was shocked at the sight he saw. There were children outside, many of them lingering just inside cabins or on the porches that lay just out side of them. Many gawked, pointed and staared as he walked through, what he could only assume was a camp.

Moving towards the lake that he saw he heard a splash and someone muteering a little. Only a monment later he saw him and approached clearing his throat as to alert them of his presence.

"I am sorry to intterupt but could you tell me where I am?"

[Aiden Grayson]

Aiden was drawn out of his own head by someone clearing their throat. Almost instantly, Aiden clammed up, biting on his bottom lip. He hoped the person wasn't clearing their throat to talk to him. He really hoped it wasn't him. But Aiden's gut began to sink and he knew that he was going to be engaged in conversation. Aiden chewed his lip harder and looked at his bare feet. Maybe if he didn't look, the person wouldn't talk to him.

No such luck.

"I am sorry to interrupt but could you tell me where I am?"

Aiden furrowed his brows and looked up, turning around to face the male speaker. He observed the guy for a few seconds, still chewing his bottom lip. The brunet near him wasn't familiar. And while Aiden didn't talk to many people at Camp Olympus, he did know who most, if not all, of the campers were. It was strange to see someone he didn't know. Maybe he was new and didn't stop at the Main House to see Lord Hermes? Aiden sighed and stopped chewing on his lip so he could answer.

"Uh, this is, uh," Aiden swallowed and mentally cursed himself, "C-Camp Olympus." His voice dropped to a whisper before he took a breath and continued in a normal volume. "Camp Olympus, the, the other camp for demigods. I-in Colorado." Aiden hesitated, wondering if he should point the guy to the Main House. But maybe the guy was here to test him? Perhaps a god in disguise? Aiden swallowed and began to chew on his bottom lip again as he waited for the guy to answer, still wondering if he should call for Lord Hermes or offer to walk him to the Main House.