The campers of Camp Half-blood and Camp Jupiter knew no rest. But for once in the short lives they've lived something amazing was happening. They were aging out of camp. No longer would they fear the streets, keeping their hands tracing over the weapons hidden beneath their clothes. Finally, they would be closer to regular mortals, getting to dip their toes into a new life. They had survived. Or so they thought. OPEN ✅…
DISCLAIMER! love interest unknown"Can you dance with fire Would you take it by the handIf I were the flames Would you follow my commandLet me overwhelm you Let me surround you with my sparksBecause if you're the drug, then I'm the doseIf I'm a thorn then you're my roseTill death do we part I give you my heart So don't be deceitful Don't leave me in pain So I ask you again Can you dance with fireOr will you be burned by the flame" ϟ"What if they printed books in glow in the dark ink, so you could stay up past your bedtime reading, but you wouldn't have to use a flashlight so it wouldn't be so obvious.""Wow, you really are a nerd." ϟ"What do you think the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is going to be like?""Who cares? How do you think they're gonna die?" ϟ"Persephone," he greeted with a tiny bit of kindness, if that was possible. She rolled her eyes as she shook her long hair in front of her face. "Ah," he said, "Still mad I see."Although her mind told her no, she let her head snap towards his voice and her eyes glare down at him. "I don't remember agreeing that we were on speaking terms," she growled through gritted teeth."Keep your fire calmed," he said raising his hands in mock surrender. From afar the group of teenagers heard his father call his name. His smile reappeared on his lips and he turned to walk away, but not before the few words rolled off his tongue, "You'll come around, love." Years 1-7…