[color=0054a6][u][b]Death's Kid[/b][/u][/color]

Dorian snapped back to the world of reality when someone sat in front of him. Campers were supposed to eat at their own tables, but a lot of the kids ignored that. They didn't really consider it a rule, to them it was more like a suggestion. Syrup dripped from the pancakes on his fork as they waited to enter his mouth. He had paused wondering why someone was sitting in front of him. He looked up at her further and watched as she chewed on her bacon. He scarcely recognized her. She was someone who spent summers in the Artemis Cabin. He would have thought she was one of the Hunters, but she seemed to age over the years.

He sat there in silence until she spoke to him. What immediately caught his attention was that she knew his name. It wasn't something common, but he guessed after four years of being at camp people would end up knowing his name. Unfortunately she thought that he was a child of Hades. He didn't blame her though. They were pretty similar in some ways. He looked in her eyes as they were staring at him. It was almost as if she was looking through his body and into his soul. It made him more nervous than he already would have been. "Yes, I'm Dorian. But my father isn't Hades. He's actually... umm... Thanatos."

He looked away when he heard the sound of someone jumping and dropping their food. It was Astrid and she was trying to play whack-a-mole with one of the Ares kids. He turned away from that and back to Jadaria in front of him.

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