I love saying the words "Akira Kita" over and over. It feels so good on my tongue!

~Akira~

I love it here in Camp Half-Blood. I'm no longer considered weird, abnormal. Everyone can see the monsteres, just like me.

I stand right outside my cabin. Dionysus is yelling at some Ares kids in the distance, and the sweet smell of strawberries wafts through the air into my nose.

This is my home.

My home, where I belong. The place where I can train with demigods like me. Where I can shoot targets and sing songs.  Where I laugh and duel and train.

I never thought that I would have to leave. 

There is a... harshness here. THe world seems to have rigid, harsh mana. I see people who obviosly have power, but they do not have mana that I know of. I sense a camp of warriors, demigods, who are near, yet they use no mana. They fight, and use spells gifted to them. I feel the presence of the girl who uses White and Black Mana, but she is locked. She ignores the power she weilds. I sence the presence of multifaceted gods, but also of contained monsters. Why am I here?

joining. 

Name: Alina O'Sally

Age: 12

Parents: Thorn O'Sally and Leeli Wingfeather/O'Sally 

What Fandom?: oh, only THE BEST FANDOM HERE! The Wingfeather Saga!

Power if any: Plays the whistleharp beautifully, (and has the strange power of being able to see Janner and Kalmar, her uncles in a vision at certain times) and is even better with dogs than Thorn and Leeli.(and can almost communicate telepathically with them) and although this isn't a power, a very fast runner  

Personality: Sweet, bold, brave, compassionate, will stand up for what she believes in, has a short temper.

Appearence: long wavy black hair, pale freckled skin, long legs, wears a long turquoise dress and always carries her mother's Whistleharp with her. 

Siblings: None.  

Sliding under a branch, I look at the camp of demigods. I slide a frisbee from my bag. I throw it at the sheild that surrounds the camp. It shatters. I dive in, before it heals. I stand up right next to a tough looking red mana beserker. Gripping my sword, I prepair to lunge. Then a centar gallops out. This is probably the work of Xenagos, the reveler. How dare he... 

Then a sickening wave of black mana washes over me. I shove the centar to the side and prepair to cleanse the fith. I see the source: a cabin of the god Hades. Readying a blast of lightning I run forward...

(BTW, this is PJO, specificly camp halfblood.) 

What are we fighting?

Then I stop. I run from the camp There is a greater evil on this plane. There is an evil seeping through the plane. What is the evil?

I feel like I am the only oen posting. Please post.

@Gared, what exactly do you mean by no crossovers? I don't think having characters with the same name counts. 

It's kinda late, so I'll post tomorrow morning. . .  

Sophie~ 

I’m trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep when my dad comes into my room. 

“Rise and shine, Soph! There’s been a Downworlder disturbance on Long Island.” 

“What? Really?” I sit up, suddenly awake. 

“Of course,” he replies. “Get ready and meet me in the weapons room. Don’t forget your parabati,” he jokes. “Oh, and don’t tell Mom.” 

I get ready, probably faster than humanly possible. An investigation? I haven’t been on one in ages! I walk into Charlotte’s room where she’s still snoring away. 

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I whisper. “We’re going on an investigation.” 

“Mkay. . .” Charlotte murmurs, still half asleep. “Wait. An investigation?” She’s finally up. I nod my head. 

“Get ready. My dad’s waiting in the weapons room.” 

Then I head downstairs to the weapons room. My dad’s waiting inside, but for once, he’s not geared up. 

“Where’s your gear, Dad?” I ask. 

“I’m not coming.” he says. My jaw hits the floor.  

“What?”

“Yup. Your first solo assignment.” I’m not sure whether to scream or bounce off of the walls. What if something goes wrong? 

It’s like my dad can read my mind. “Don’t worry.” he says. “They’re will be undercover Clave members if you need them.” I roll my eyes. Although helpful (rarely) the Clave is usually pretty annoying. 

Charlotte stumbles down the stairs a few minutes later, now alert and awake. She gives my dad a funny look, probably wondering why he doesn’t have gear. 

“I’m not coming. It’s your first solo investigation,” he tells her. Her mouth opens into a big O. I’m tempted to laugh, but then I remember that I had the same reaction. 

“The Clave will be there just in case we mess up.” I supply helpfully. 

“Great.” Charlotte says sarcastically. 

My dad glances at his watch. “You had better get going.” he says. He hands us a pair of seraph blades and a crossbow for Charlotte. He gives me my short sword. “Don’t forget your runes.” he admonishes. He’s right. We did forget. 

I pull out my stele. “What do you want?” I ask Charlotte. 

“The usual. Endurance, agility, precision, speed, stamina, angelic power. Oh, and stealth.” I raise my eyebrow at the last one. 

She shrugs. “You never know.” 

I finish quickly. “What do you want?” she asks. 

“The same. Stealth included.” Charlotte grins as she traces the runes onto my arm. 

“I’ll get Magnus to open a portal for you. Let’s get to Brooklyn first, though.” My dad starts heading out of the weapons room, and we follow him out of the Institute where he hails a cab. 

~~~~~ Later

Charlotte and I step out of the portal, a little dizzy. 

“Farm Road. .” I murmur. “Where is that?”

“Um, there?” Charlotte points up ahead. 

“Ohhh. . Didn’t see that before.” 

We both start walking towards the gate in the distance, where we see maybe a hundred people in a camp of some sort. They’re all wearing identical shirts that say “Camp Half-Blood”. 

“My Sensor isn’t going off, so they must not be demons.” 

“I don’t know what they are, though. Maybe Lilith’s Children?” Charlotte nods in agreement. 

“They have an aura, but I’m not too familiar with it.” she says. 

“I wonder what the disturbance is. They don’t seem to be doing anything illegal.” Then I see it. 

“Charlotte, do you see it?” 

“What?” She looks around. “Demons?” 

“No. The Fair Folk.” I hiss. About 10 feet away is a faerie, holding a pair of bronze knives. Charlotte nods solemnly, and takes aim with her crossbow. She’s about to fire when a girl screams, “Wait!” 

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Enter Mei! 

Sorry about any typos, no time to proofread! 

Also, I meant for the faerie to be a nymph. . . and the “disturbance” isn’t Camp Half-Blood, it’s actually Gared’s character.