Long, blonde locks bounced in a pony tail, as a young, pale skinned girl of sixteen quietly strolled on the sidewalk of a fairly nice suburban area. She wore black yoga pants, tattered red low top converse shoes, a white tee, and a baggy, navy blue long sleeved shirt. Strapped on her back was a brown leather hiking backpack as she hugged one of her customized drawing pads where she drew a detailed horse on it and scribbled words not many people could understand unless they knew her 'journal language'. The sun had yet to rise so it was still fairly dark but the lamp posts gave her some light. From a distance, by the entrance of a large park were faintly glowing blue ghost lights waiting for her. Her mother's elemental spirits guiding her to an academy she would spend the next eight years at. Would the school question her if she did not have her human family drop her off? She did not know. It's not like her family would have let her attend Olympus Academy anyways - what she was, would have been seen as heretical. They were ignorant, which is why now, she did not consider herself a daughter from the Underwood name. No, she was simply Felicity.

However, in the eyes of the government, her identity is known as Felicity Elise Underwood. The only name that has lasted throughout the years was and still is her first. She does not mind her middle name given to her by her Mormon mother, but her last name was something she did not wish to acknowledge. Hopefully, the academy does not share her whereabouts to them... the last time she saw her adoptive parents was two years ago. She takes pride in how well she's been able to avoid them like the plague since she ran away. The time has come where she can finally attend a school that will teach her everything she needed to know about her true mother and herself! Luckily, she didn't need to carry too much with her. That was what her magical chalk was for. When she would arrive at her new home, she would create a dimensional door that led to her hideout. Only then, she would be able to turn her bedroom into a comfortable study that dual roles as her bed chambers.

Before Felicity, or what she likes her raven to call her, Lissie, arrived to the front entrance of the park, a navy blue mini van slowly pulled beside her on the sidewalk. Something she knew was following her for about ten minutes now. A red-haired, scrawny looking man with sunglasses on - while it was still dark, mind you - rolled down the window and gave the pretty girl a smile, "Hey. You want a ride? It's awfully early for someone of your age to be walkin'." Her sea-like orbs met with his shades, but no words escaped her lips. Her gaze contemplated his face, before she lifted her pointer finger for him to give her a moment. Felicity was a mute, after all. Opening her sketch book, she went to an unfinished drawing of her's: Let's give him a gift for his kindness. Her face was extremely stoic as she swiftly traced her pencil on the pad. The guy in the car was tempted to get out and give her that extra nudge, "You know, if you're shy. You can do whatever you're doing in here." Her blue orbs lost the sweet glimmer it had an instant ago. No, they were dark and withdrawn.

After a minute, Lissie looked up at him and gave him an unsettling smile. The stranger became slightly alarmed and didn't know how to react to this silent, walking doll. Before he could say anything, she pointed her pad to his face - allowing him to get a good look at her art. The drawing had a poisonous, King cobra with it's mouth open, fangs out, staring at him. On the corner, there were words that said 30 secs, 5 mins. By the time she revealed her art 30 seconds had already passed and the deadly snake jumped out of the picture and into the car. For those who truly focused on her live art, one could see faint drawing lines on the almost real beast. The guy began to scream as the snake aimed it's teeth toward the man's exposed lips.


Felicity continued her way to school, when she entered the park she snapped back to reality. Maybe one day I'll have a friend to walk with me! So lonely. And no one is out.
6:15 AM

Arriving fairly early to the campus grounds, having spent most of her night walking, she silently, always silently, strolled under the archway of the big gates that led to her future. She was stopped in her tracks by a person of authority. The older woman looked approachable - to a degree, but then again so did many others. Staring up at the strange figure, Lissie tilted her head and waited for the woman, who had brown hair, melting chocolate eyes, a nice looking blue, business casual dress on, and a body to die for, to speak.

"You're here early. If I do recall, you're Felicity Underwood. Daughter of Hecate. It's nice to finally meet you." Lissie's face was bewildered with this sexy lady knowing all this information about her, "Don't worry, your reasons for coming alone does not matter here. In the Demigod world, 16 is the ideal age to break from the nest and find yourself, so you simply did what you had to do." She held a tablet and aimed it toward Felicity to scan her face. As Lissie's background information started flowing on the tablet, the beautiful older woman continued to talk with her red wine voice, "They call me Aisling Hawthorne. You may address me as Ms. Hawthrone, although I will be a Drake at the end of this year." Lissie's blue orbs gazed at the woman in admiration.

Ms. Hawthorne was friendly and tremendously motherly. Perhaps that's why she was the one patrolling campus grounds this early in the morning? The brunette held herself with confidence, but it wasn't like she was overbearingly cocky. To some people, Aisling could come off as intimidating, but her intimidation was simply because she held herself tall and looked like she wouldn't take anyone's shit - like a mother should be. Lissie's nerves calmed as the woman continued to ease the new student's tension, "I'm one of Artemis' older children, alumnae here, and Instructor of Understanding Beyond Your Cognizance. Fancy way of saying, I teach you how to observe and study your surroundings before making irrational moves that can get you killed." She let out a light chuckle and the blonde doll couldn't help but smile brightly at her new role model. She's gonna be my teacher!!! Someday!

Aisling's face softened, understanding why the young girl had yet opened her lips and say anything in response. Resting the tablet in between her right arm and side, the instructor spoke her next comment in sign language, "I can take you to your room. Your roommate would be more than happy to show you around when he gets here." Lissie liked this woman the more and more she talked. This lady knew sign language too! WAIT. My roommate is a he!?

In response, the young girl excitably replied with her hands (her drawing pad was in her bag now), "Thank you so much! I'm so happy to be here."

Ms. Hawthorne directed the student to follow her while she continued to bestow the freshman with information about the school - like how Lissie would have to make an introduction in front of the entire student body during assembly. SAY WHAT?!

The campus for the most part was empty as the morning sun slowly made it's way in the sky. After an hour or so - what was time? - Lissie had gotten settled into her new apartment. She would spend the next year in Room 4-F with a guy named: Dante Belmont. He had a unique name. She liked unique things. Within this hour, she had drawn a small door inside her closet with her magical chalk and once she was done tracing it, a wooden door that was around her height appeared (hidden). For now, she was going to get a good idea of her room and draw furniture like bookshelves that would last as long as she needed them. Well, until someone disbelieved her art magic.

Since she was still learning the tricks of her trade, her art drawings were only 80 percent real, which meant there was a 20 percent chance for everything she drew to go poof! That's why the more understanding she had on her subject, the better chance her drawings can be everlasting. Unless she specifies a shorter time.

Within this hour, somehow, she was able to create a disorganized mess of wooden furniture for her books, parchment, candles, magical supplies she had yet to use, leaving little to no room by her bed. After today's events, she would start bringing as many things as she can from her warehouse to her bedroom to hopefully make it look a little something like the cluttered study she envisioned in her head. But that would be for later.

Taking a break from all the drawing, Lissie took it upon herself to have a nice, warm shower. Five minutes tops. There was too much to do to take a long shower! Plus, from what Ms. Hawthorne said, the Spartan Race could get messy. Going back into her room, wrapped in a raggedy towel, she pranced into her closet and to her hideout. There she grabbed a dress she was given for her 14th birthday. It still fit her! Trying to be semi-presentable for her big "intro" she dropped the towel to the ground and changed into her new outfit. Once she was all ready to go, she decided to pack her previous outfit in her bag so that she may change back into it for the wild race! So excited!!! I can't wait. I wanna see what everyone can do. My team is so gonna kick butt!

Her eyes widened when she heard the door open from back in the apartment. Quietly, she scurried out of her warehouse, out of her closet, and back into her bedroom. After closing the door, Lissie grabbed her drawing pad, pencil, and poked her head out of her room to see the mysterious appearance of her roommate. Tiptoeing out, she watched as he looked everywhere but the direction she was in, drop his bags, and sat himself on the couch. He was definitely older than her by a couple of years. His back facing her, her steps as still as a mouse, she found her place sitting right beside him. Whether he saw her go behind him and around the chair, she did not know, but she took the next moments to take in his face. Her heart skipped a beat. No, that was an understatement. Her heart flew out of her chest! He was... absolutely captivating. Her face was expressionless as her doe eyes looked at him in awe and wonder. Green eyes to make any woman swoon, 'hazelnut fluff' on his head she just wanted to touch, and oh-my-god his body. Lissie simply stared at him - not realizing how awkward this could be.

Tess found herself at a loss for words as Abe complimented her and Dusty. And just when she thought she’d be done blushing. As the son of Zeus dragged them to the couch and sat them both down, she refrained from yelping in surprise. She most definitely had not expected that. Luckily, Dusty kept on her best behavior while introducing herself to Abe. Well, it was Dusty’s best behavior, so there was obviously much to be desired.

She realized after Dustyn excused herself, it was her turn to begin talking. Oh gods. Oh gods. Okay Tess, don’t mumble, don’t stammer, eye contact but not too much. You’ve got this, she thought, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ”Well, I guess it’s my turn,” she said with a nervous chuckle. ”I’m Tess. Well, I guess I already said that. But, well I’m a daughter of Artemis, which is weird because she’s a virgin goddess, but hey, I’m nothing if not a miracle. I’m from this really small town in Michigan which is in the middle of nowhere, and I like long walks on the beach, and I’m rambling,” she said, looking down at her lap.

Gods Tess! One cute guy and you turn to mush! Grow a pair! She took a deep breath and looked up, straight into Abe’s eyes. ”Sorry, I know I seem like a bit of a nutjob right now, but I promise, I’m mostly sane,” she said with a small laugh.

All the while she was talking, Abe kept a straight, slight curve of a smile. As he scooted just somewhat closer, the Son of Zeus laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Being sane is overrated, anyways. In this ever-changing world, it’s the ones who have a few screws loose that are the most interesting.” Abe openly stated, “besides, you’re cute when you’re like that.” Yet again the unknowing flirtatious Abe strikes. “As for myself, well my mom is a politician, so you could imagine how utterly dull that was.” The sarcasm was real. “Of course, I’m sure you know my father is the dick of all dicks, Zeus. Mr. Lightning Bolt, Mr. If-I-Can’t-Have-Something-I’ll-Cause-A-Literal-Storm.” Abe said that with the least amount of affection demigodly possible. “Hm, what else? Oh yeah, the 90s and 2000s rock. Anyone who says otherwise is probably dull as an overused nail.” he said. He placed his back against the couch, letting the cushion absorb his body weight. He did look towards Tess, though. “So, Dusty’s quite the character, huh?” Abe asked nonchalantly.

Tess rolled her eyes as Abe mentioned Dusty. ”Quite the character? That’s being nice,” she said, laughing. ”She’s cool though, I mean, she was one of the first people I met here so she’s basically a sister to me,” she said with a grin. As much as she wanted to smack Dusty for how much she embarrassed her, she couldn’t help but find it endearing. ”So, tell me about this sister that’s coming over. Is she anything like you?” she asked, finally getting a bit more comfortable about her insanely flirtatious roommate.

“My sister? Like me?” Abe suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry, but she’s probably the furthest from being like me than one possibly could.” Abe might have said that out loud, but the more he was thinking about it, the more he was putting certain pieces together. The two of them were probably more alike than he would like to believe. “I mean, fuck, maybe she isn’t too different. We both suffer from anger issues when the wrong person is brought up.” Abe was now a bit flabbergasted. it was now sinking in even further. They weren’t so different after all.

Reeling from the sudden realization, Abe leaned forward from the cushion, and continued to keep his eyes upon Tess’ face. “Let’s change subjects.” Abe swiftly said, “have your eyes always had that sparkle in them?” Abe asked, unknowingly leaning closer to get a closer look at them.

Tess blushed as Abe leaned in. Just when you thought you had it under control she thought. Biting her lip, she looked him in the eye, trying to retain some of the confidence she’d mustered just moments before. ”I don’t know. Have you always been such a flirt, or are pretty redheads just your type? she asked, winking.

Oh hell. A wink? Really Tess? What is this, the 20’s? People don’t wink anymore, Christ almighty! She was screaming at herself internally, but she kept her face calm, not willing to ruin this moment just yet. I mean, she was literally centimeters from Abe Rothschild’s face, the same face she’d been admiring for the past three years of her life. She’d be damned if she let her nerves ruin that.

At first Abe was going to say something in response to that flirt comment, but he stopped for a moment. Instead, Abe got as close as he possibly could to Tess, his hand now gently placed on her outer-thigh. The sexual tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife; even still some would still be left for the two to deal with.

“You assume too much. It’s not just any redhead that gets to see this side of me, but ones who prove to be …interesting enough to warrant such compliments - like you, Tess Galloway.” Abe said, gently asserting his body over hers, letting the heat of the moment guide them. Abe stared into her eyes for just one last moment. The Son of Zeus was taking charge. His head was lowering, all outside noise becoming mute static.

Barging in with frustration written all over her face, her hair tied up in a tight, clean pony tail, Cecily growled, “Abe! You won’t believe who my--” Halting in position, she looked at the scene before her. Her brother was about to make KISSY face with some stranger. Although her face was completely stoic, there was obvious electricity in her eyes that made the color shift from hazel to golden in a matter of seconds. How should she react? Her brother was a flirt by heart and didn’t even know it. And here you have some nobody trying to get all cozy with him like she knew him. The redhead dimwit wasn’t even trying to get to know him. Says a lot about the girl, in Ceil’s opinion. Today was a fan-fucking-tastic day so far!

“Hold the phone.” With a catastrophic storm brewing on her insides, Ceil closed the door not so gently, but not necessarily a slam either. She let unsettling silence fill the room before making her next move. Crossing her arms like a parent ready to scold her child, Ceil approached agonizingly slow with a serene smile on her olive skin face. Her expression could make anyone uneasy.

With her now golden orbs, she captured the green eyes of her brother’s roommate for a good long moment, letting her presence settle in. Did this girl have no idea who she was alone with? Obviously, she wasn’t the brightest woman to walk this campus. With a simple glance, she pointed daggers at her stupid brother making sure his damn blue eyes were looking at her and no one else. Her orbs was so tempted to turn violet, they probably were flickering with the building rage within her tiny body. When violet encompassed her brooding stare, that’s when people knew shit was going to get real. She would refrain from using any electricity – for now.

“Looks like you got an easy one here, brother.” With obvious disappointment, she addressed Tess while still looking at her blood with a challenging glare, “It’s too bad you didn’t give him something to work for. Easy girls are quite disposable. Isn’t that right, Son of Zeus? The undeniable current between siblings made the mood escalate another octave.

Tess was in shock. She’d literally just been about to make out with the guy of her dreams when his goddamn sister comes in ranting and raving. Why have I been cursed this way? Why? And before she even knew it, the dark haired girl was calling her a skank. And granted, it wasn’t like she was being the most pure girl in the world right now but who the hell was she to slut shame her?

She stood up quickly, so she was standing face to face with this madwoman and looked her in the eye. ”I’m sorry, but have you ever heard of knocking? It’s the goddamn twenty first century! Learn some manners! Tess’s face was hot, and every decent part of her was yelling for her to stop. Unfortunately, her temper was at the steering wheel right now, and had the pedal to the metal.

”And another thing! I don’t remember you being my goddamn mother so who the hell are you to call me easy! It’s not like I’m sitting here naked! We hadn’t even kissed, thanks to you!” Tess’s voice was high pitched, and louder than a newborn baby crying for it’s mom, and she had no intention of lowering it. She was pissed. She’d just gotten herself cockblocked by this nut bag, and she was looking for a fight.

Did this mother fucking bitch know who the fuck she was talking to? Rather than raise her voice, Cecily expression darkened and her tone was unusually calm, “You’re just upset I got your panties in a bunch, sweetheart.” The room was no longer at safe levels of emotions - nope, shit skyrocketed when there was two irrational women giving each other death glares. “That’s cute though, that you think you actually have a chance with my brother.” She gave a kittenish grin, almost daring the Artemis’ bitch to touch her.

“As long as you’re his roommate, you’ll be seeing more of me. Do you really want me to show you the difference between Zeus and Artemis?” She brought her hands to her sides and the energy began to course through her body and to her hands, just waiting for this idiot to touch her. Her glare dared her to.

“Fighters, back to your neutral corners.” Abe cut between his sister and roommate, even if he had to forcibly nudge his way between them.

He didn’t like what was happening. Both of them equally as hotheaded (from what he was forced to observe, that was). Cecily came in without even knocking and starting going off on Tess like she was a jealous girlfriend or something. First off, nothing happened - well, granted something would’ve happened if Cecily had arrived a moment or two later, but still! Abe was the one who initiated it, so why isn’t she going off on him?

Abe sighed, looking at both his sister and roommate, each arm keeping them an arm’s length away from each other. He had his left hand pressed against Cecily’s chest and his right hand against Tess’. His head kept on going back and forth to them, making sure they weren’t going to maul him for trying to keep the peace.

“This is a bit much, isn’t it, Cecily? I mean, even for you, this was a bit over-the-top. You came in here at my request, so maybe i should have controlled myself--” Abe then looked to Tess, “my apologies for that.” he went back to Cecily,”--but that still doesn’t excuse this, Cecily. You acted like a jealous girlfriend - not my sister. I..don’t even know what to say to you right now.” Abe said, a tone of disappointment in his voice.

Although his tone and words did pierce her heart, she wouldn’t show that. Instead she returned the favor by looking at him with matching disappointment, “You’re just like him.” she muttered. Slapping her brother’s hand off of her, she shook her head, “I’ll go tell someone else about what Price did to me. I’ll talk to you later.” With that, she left the room, quieter than she entered.

That hit him hard. Abe felt it travel through his body like a snake that was priming towards its pray to strike with its venomous teeth. It hit so hard and so fast that Abe found himself balling his hands into fists, teeth starting to grit so hard that one could feel them getting duller and duller each time he did it.

Abe wanted to go after her, yell in her face, do everything that Zeus was telling him to do, but he knew he shouldn't. That would prove Cecily right. That would make her words have some truth to them. He wouldn’t act out of anger. He had to calm down, so he literally took a seat on the couch behind him, but that didn’t mean that the anger had gone down. He just needed to let time pass, but fuck if it wasn’t hard because he felt as if he was one more nudge before going nuclear.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking FUCK!” Abe said through his gritting teeth, rage staying at a steady hazardous high.

Clueless as one could be during the fighting match that had occurred just outside the bathroom door, Dustyn emerged out with her hair wrapped up in one of the towels she found on the rack inside the bathroom. It may or may not have been decorative, but this was of no concern.

”You guys have some of the nicest pipes this side of campus.” she chirped, obvlious to her surroundings and the angry face that was spread across Abe’s handsome mug. ”I hope you guys didn’t make out while I was gone, or that would be super rude of you.” she continued, unwrapping the towel from her hair and letting it fall on to the floor next to her into a heap.

Glancing up she looked between Tess and Abe and realized that something was indeed wrong. She parted her lips to speak, but decided it was best to keep quiet about this one, or at least wait until she could ask Tess in private. ”So, yeah. The assembly is later today, right?” Dusty asked, her thumb going directly to her lips as she gnawed at what was left of her thumb nail.

Tess’ rage was subsiding now that Cecily had left the room, but her heart was still racing. Luckily, her calmer side was regaining some semblance of control, and she almost laughed as Dusty came out of the bathroom, oblivious to the fight that had just occurred.

She glanced at Abe then back to Dusty. She figured that he needed some space, and she needed to rant about that bitch who’d totally ruined what would’ve been a very nice make out session. ”Dusty, I think we should probably go help you unpack. I know you probably have a ton of stuff,” she said, shooting her friend a look that said, Agree with me before grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the door.

Before she exited, she turned to look at her roommate, and waved. ”I guess I’ll see you later,” she said, biting her lip nervously, before leaving, taking Dusty with her and shutting the door. She let out a sigh of relief and turned to her friend. ”You will not believe what just happened. We’re sitting there, on the couch, literally about to make out, when his fucking sister comes in and calls me a hoe!” Tess exclaimed, waving her arms about and walking towards the elevator. ”And then, I yell at her, and he yells at her, and then she yells at him, and I’m standing there trying not to get electrocuted and also feeling very jipped because we were literally just about to kiss, and then she left and he was super pissed, and I’m angry,” she said, letting out a groan as she called the elevator up.

Felicity didn’t realize how long she had been staring at her new, handsome roommate. She listened to his voice as he thanked his father under his breath. Hades. Her sea colored orbs watched while he stretched and even let an adorable noise escape his mouth. Was she smitten by this man she just nearly met? She did not know, but she did know that she liked looking at him. He was a beautiful masterpiece - no one could deny that. When he turned toward her and finally realized she was sitting next to him, they simply stared at each other. Just like him, her expression did not reveal much of how she felt but when he locked his mesmerizing, newly cut, green grass orbs with her blue, her stomach began to flutter with butterflies.

When he finally addressed her, she took in his voice. His tone was comforting and like a welcoming warm bath after a long day’s work. With that being said, there was still a slight uneasiness in his timbre like the workload of his life weighed on him more and more as the days passed. Putting her pointer finger up for him to give her a moment, she opened her sketchpad and went to one of her older drawings of her mother’s sigil. Not hiding the picture from him, she traced her first name in delicate cursive with her pencil underneath the symbol. Lissie was not putting any magic in the object, she simply wanted to introduce herself without summoning Isaac, her raven. Once she was done, she turned her pad to him and gave the older man a shining smile and a nod that meant ‘it’s nice to meet you’. Putting her pad back down on her lap, along with her pencil, she placed both her hands on her soft, light pink lips to symbolize she could not speak. She was a mute.

When Dante saw that sigil, he recognized it instantly. It was of Hecate, a close friend to Dante’s father, Hades. He often remembered Hades speak of Hecate back when he was still living in the Underworld, often accompanied by him showing Dante her symbol of the three tridents behind a pentagram, and two lunar moons on both right and left of it. So, that would mean the frail, blonde girl that he was looking at was a Daughter of Hecate. Felicity was her name.

Still wondering why she didn’t speak, Dante observed her, seeing her hands on her lips. What was that supposed to mean? Was she trying to show him something on her lips? Dante had a mildly-puzzling look on his face. His head turned slightly to the side, blinking curiously at Felicity. Questions upon questions started to flood his mind, most of them best being paraphrased as:

What is it that she’s trying to tell me?

Dante liked to pride himself a bit in his abilities to observe and pick up on things, but it seemed he was lacking here. Maybe the surprise of her being next to him all of sudden played a part, or she was as mysterious as her Godly mother.

“Are your lips alright?” Dante asked, feeling he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I could get a cloth.” Dante would proceed to stand up. He made the motion to start to stand up, a grunt escaping his mouth.

With a silent sigh, Lissie grabbed his sleeve and gently tugged him back to stay. She shook her head to answer his question. Being stubborn, she didn’t want to have her go-to translator appear out of the blue and talk for her. Instead she let go of his sleeve and went straight into sign language, hoping he could put two and two together, ‘I lost my voice a long time ago, Dante.’ She had no idea if he understood the language but she would wait patiently. Her raven would be her last resort.

And with that, Dante felt like a complete imbecile. The signs were there, yet he did not read them clearly enough. Sign language he understood perfectly, but when it came to simply charade-like body language, he was as foolish as some of the jesters in medieval times.

When it finally dawned to him and he relaxed against the soft couch once again, Dante was mentally cursing himself for his foolishness. When he spent just one short moment doing that, meadow-colored orbs once again fell upon the golden-haired girl. Dante knew he had to apologize. While he did not feel anxious as he did before, again he was in the situation to talk first. He took a deep breath, and went with the flow.

“My apologies. I am —” he paused briefly, looking into her eyes so that he could emote his sincerity clearer “—I am usually more aware of things like that.” he said. Dante ran a hand through his hair, noting an awkward undertone in his body language, but his apologetic eyes never left the sight of Felicity.

Giving him a kind smile, Lissie signed, ‘I should say sorry. I assumed you did not know sign.’ A faint blush fell on her face to show she was slightly embarrassed herself. ‘Sometimes I have my bird talk for me but I didn’t want to call him. Not until the Assembly.’ Her face grew pale with the daunting thought that she would be in front of the entire student body introducing herself. She hadn’t interacted with that many people in years and even when she did at parties, she was able to hide away somewhere, eat fruit and draw.

“Bird?” Dante raised his half-curious, half-confused brow followed by a noise that hinted the same things. “I didn’t see a bird around, unless he’s in your room.” Dante scratched his head.

Brushing her nervousness away, she took the chance to ask him a favor, ‘When you’re free, maybe tomorrow since today is a busy day, can you show me around?’ Ms. Hawthorne did say her roommate would be glad to give her a tour, but maybe she simply said that because she had to.

Dante gave her a confirming smile. “Of course. You’re new, right? I mean, you don’t look like you’ve been here long.” Whoa, that was a lot to say, but Dante didn’t really notice. “I’d love to show you around.” Dante smiled again, but this time it was more of a friendly, welcoming smile to assure Felicity that he was genuine in his words.

‘I got here around 7 am! So, yes, I’m very new.’ she continued to sign. By now, Dante should realize that a smile was a usual sight on Lissie’s face. She was a happy-go-lucky girl and if she could talk, her voice would sound like a singing nightingale or at least that’s how most people imagine her voice to be. Before she brought her attention to her sketch pad, she directed the conversation so that he could talk more than just short seconds. She did love hearing his voice. ‘Mind telling me about the school? Pointers? Events? The people?” Once she was done, she grabbed her pencil and turned her pad to an empty page. With her fairly decent photographic memory, and this time making sure he didn’t see what she was drawing (yet), she began to swiftly sketch while listening to him talk.

Humming thoughtfully, Dante tried to think of what exactly she might want to know about. There were a lot of places on the campus that were noteworthy. There were the many shops, the buildings where students went for their classes, there was the assortment of gyms, a grand park where one could go to just get away from everything(that was in the northernmost part of Olympus Academy). It was hard for Dante to just pick a few that could get her interested. As he would look upon her face, Dante saw the eager look she had. It brought a smile to him.

“Well, the campus has a lot of things for just about everyone, but my favorite thing above all else is Olympian Park. It’s ways away from the people-infested campus and shops. It’s beautiful. The meadows are filled with all kinds of flowers. It’s on the northern edge of the entire campus right near where the trees are. It’s a place where a lot of people can go to just think about things. I go there for the silence.” As he spoke, it was evident that Dante Belmont spoke with passion, with a genuine fondness for what that park meant to him. He might’ve not been a big talker, but certain things got him going.

Gazing up at him for a moment when he mentioned the park, her expression immediately filled with intrigue. Not only did her roommate speak with spirit when it came to this place, which was more emotion than he was capable of showing, he also unintentionally mentioned a place that Lissie knew she would adore. Was he a mind reader? Did he have an idea that she loved nature, gardens, and anything recreational really? Maybe at the end of their tour tomorrow, they both could go to the park.

Bringing her attention back to the drawing, she let silence surround them. All one could hear was her pencil working its magic against the rough paper. Not too long though, she flipped her pad so that it was facing and resting on her lap. She wasn’t ready to show it to him just yet.

Leaning in closer to him, she gently grabbed his right hand. Her hands were a tad bit cold but her skin was soft like silk. Lissie positioned his hand where his pointer finger was aiming toward the sky and the rest of his fingers closed toward his palm. She stared at him to keep his hand like that, hoping the message was conveyed through her eyes.

Going back to her pad, she swiftly flipped it over, brought it up, and held it in front of her chest. Finally revealing her drawing, Lissie gave a playful grin. The drawing was of his hand in the same position that it was in now, with a red, black, and white butterfly resting on his finger. Colors that she thought about when she looked at him. In the corner of the pad, it said 10 secs, 45 secs. 2 seconds had passed and the butterfly flew out of the picture (signaling it had hit the 10 second mark).

Fluttering in the air, the small butterfly slowly and gracefully made it’s way to his finger and rested itself on it. She would have drawn a portrait of his face but she thought this was a little less intimidating for a thank you gift. When time would run out, the almost real butterfly would return to the drawing and become 2D art again. Then and only then she would offer the art to him. For now, Lissie would watch him carefully.



Dante didn’t know what to do - well, okay, that was a lie. He knew what to do, but how to do it was another story. It was an amazing sight that he just saw. Something that she drew on that sketchpad of her’s came to life. Dante has only heard rumors of a gift like that. An ability that gives the holder of a magical pencil to literally animate their drawings. He thought it was only rumor. Note the surprise on his face.

Dante looked on as Felicity with the most amazed expressions he could. One would wager that he went from a friendly roommate to some drooling fan. It was astonishing how she was able to turn the usual facially-neutral Dante into someone who was widely smiling cheek-to-cheek. It was Dante Belmont was a little kid again. Who knew someone so much younger-looking than he was could make this kind of impression?

“That was...astounding.” Dante finally said after a long pause. “How were you able to do that?” Dante asked. He was far beyond the point of being neutrally curious. Dante wanted to know more about her. It was rare for that to happen, but then again, Felicity is proving herself to be a rare girl.

Wanting to keep Dante interested in her and not ready to give him all the answers, she stuck out her tongue and signed, ‘A magician never reveals her secrets.’. She took the next minute to gingerly rip the paper out of the pad and give him the drawing with the butterfly, ‘It’s all your’s, roommate.’ Once the paper was in his grasp, her blue orbs twinkled charmingly, ‘Thank you for your kindness and I hope we can get along for the rest of the year.’ She did allow him to examine her pencil and drawing pad if he wanted to come up with his own theories (and see her other drawings).

“And I thank you for your’s. I will cherish it always.” Dante smiled softly, making sure that he did not to wrinkle the paper as he would glance at his briefly. That brief moment, however, turned into a full minute of looking at it. His eyes could not peel away from the sight of how beautifully drawn it was. The detail was lifelike. Given what he just saw, it was not only in a metaphorical sense, but it was also in a literal sense. Dante never was this open and comfortable around people he barely met, but this girl made it easy for him to talk. He felt like he could tell her anything..

And yet, there were just some thing that should never be told to anyone for any reason whatsoever.

In that moment, Dante’s smile suddenly went neutral, his eyes going to the picture, but he wasn’t gleaming like before. A short huff of a laugh came from his mouth, and Dante slightly shook his head. He would get up. “I apologize, Felicity, I must get my bags to my room. So, I must excuse myself for the time being.” Dante said, giving his ever-famous feign of a smile.

His aura changed within seconds. The room felt rather heavy, like something entered his mind to make him want to be alone. Her worry and curiosity peaked but she would keep that to herself. They weren’t friends yet. Therefore, she wasn’t someone he saw as worth giving a piece of his heart to yet. Her gaze softened, her smile wasn’t as big, but she was able to nod and accept his desire. ‘I’ll be in my room.’ she replied with her hands. Standing up as well, she picked up her things and with her soundless steps, Lissie walked passed him and back into her room.

Order of challenges and winners. Winners will be in the color green. 5 wins on both side. Both teams were disqualified during the tie breaker.

Every year, Olympus Academy holds one of the most physically - and mentally - demanding events. Each year, obstacles that test the limits of what body and mind could be put through are organized by the Olympus Academy staff. Each year has a different set of obstacles and each year different results. Sometimes there is a landslide when it comes to who wins or loses, sometimes it’s so close that it requires a second counting of the points to be sure, and sometimes, like this year, it ends in a draw - a tie.

This year had the Zeus siblings - Zachariah Abraham Rothschild and Cecily Aglaia Merrick - as team captains. On Abe’s team was Tess Galloway, Laurel Price, Preston McTavish, Webster O’Connor, Alessandra Sykes, Birdie Applesgale, Felicity Underwood, Olivia Weston, Delvin Chadwick, Jayanti Soman, and Andromeda Rhodes. Opposite of him, was his sister’s team, and on her’s was, Atticus Caesar, Honey Emerson, Mariana Dixon, Skye Woodsen, Alexander Reisender, Brianna Calvary, Ranafar Antar, Dante Belmont, Dustyn Flint, Peter McMillan, and May Bentley.

Each team went at it in mostly one-on-one challenges. There were two two-on-two challenges. For the most part, Abe’s team had the lead for the early challenges, but when Cecily took the win in her first challenge against Birdie, that started a chain of wins for her team until it came down to the final bout of Abe and Tess against Cecily and Skye. A match a lot among the demigods knew had a lot of history behind. It was no secret that Abe held a deep loathing for the Son of Aphrodite. Equally, the tension between the Zeus Siblings have been evident throughout the event as they were more aggressively-competitive than usually, so for this last bout to be had, it was extra intriguing.

In this last challenge, it was an elaborated game of chicken or what Instructor Harper dubbed it: a display of the “Water Battles at the Coliseum”. First one who knocked their opponent off the shoulders of their partner (or the ‘Ship’) won. It was a lot more difficult than expected. Abe and Skye supported their partners, Tess and Cecily respectively. Safe to say that the two girls were at odds. That added twist of acting hostile feelings probably made it all the more real because the two girls went at each other with words that most in the audience hadn’t seen be used in such frequency. And the feeling of hatred behind each of their string of words was something to be noted. It seemed like it could go either way, until…

The emotions in Cecily got carried away. She noticed her brother was trying to calm Tess down, since things were escalating quickly (murderously fast) and she forced Skye to maneuver away before making a jab at her brother. The jab was simple. She told Skye, the man her brother loathed the most, after they won, he’d be her escort for tonight at the banquet. This turned into an ugly sibling argument where they would stab each other with their words until both of them HAD ENOUGH. It didn’t help that their partners were only making the situation worse by just being there. In unison, the Zeus children caused a storm in the sky.

Before anyone could get terribly wounded, the professors stepped in. Ms. Hawthorne caught sight of the thunderous lightning bolts rushing downward toward the students in the water, told Dr. Tsvetanov, who immediately created a force field around them, and Instructor Blake picked their asses up, disqualifying both teams. There was no winner for the race, only disappointment and shame. As punishment for not only the disregard of the rules set forth within the challenge, but also the safety of their teammates, Abe and Ceil had to serve at the banquet rather than enjoy it.


The Great Theoria Dinner Banquet has always been an annual event just like the Spartan Race at Olympus Academy. The only difference between the two was that, unlike the Spartan Race, there weren’t any teams, no competitive events, no possibly physically/mentally-scarring side-effects - none of that. It was simply a dinner where the students could get well-acquainted with not only their year classmates but also the staff. Free to talk to the staff if they wanted ..or not, depending on which staff member they talk to(Harvey).

And every year, there was a different theme that the banquet had. This year was a ballroom theme. Some might not like it, some might, and other just might not give a damn, but the overall sentiment was this: there would be two sections -one where the staff and students would eat and one where they would dance. For those that think that dancing is optional, well, it’s not. So, horrible at it or not, you’re going to dance.

The stunning banquet hall was massive. Of course, so was the entire campus of Olympus Academy, but it was still totally gargantuan. There was no telling how many yards the ceiling was from the floor or how many square feet covered the dining hall, let alone the dancefloor. Every inch from ceiling to the floor and every wall in any line of sight was all covered in beige and white lighting. The wallpaper reflected the same color scheme, but it also had a certain golden hue to it that added to the overall heavenly atmosphere that was being created.

When one entered the banquet hall, on the left was the dining hall. Several tables were placed within its space. Though they had a beige color to them, they were all covered by white table cloths. The maximum amount of people that could be sat around each table was eight. A giant chandelier hung above with several dozen of white lights that gave the room that mystic, luxurious glow of gold and beige

To the right was the dance floor. Hardwood floors were covered with a luxurious tapestry carpet. It had a sort of design. It wasn’t like most of its kind that had a motionless design. This specific tapestry was forged with mystic cloth that actually showed moving animations of the Greek Gods and Goddesses dancing in each other’s arms. It was like the rug was its own pocket universe or something of the like. Hanging above were five chandeliers - four smaller ones surrounding the larger one in the middle.

Students came piling in, adorned in formal wear, with teachers lined up on each side, creating an aisle for them to walk through. Every year, faculty and staff would stand and greet new and old students as they entered the new year. This has always been a tradition at the academy and students couldn’t avoid greeting at least three authority figures of the school. Each teacher greeted differently.

The Power Use & Control Department were on the left with Mr. Drake from Physical Training at the end. He was beside Dr. Grint from the Greek Mythology Department, who was across from his beautiful fiance, Ms. Hawthorne. First came, Mr. Anderson, but everyone just called him Quinn. He preferred to be called that. He was the teacher that all the females talked about being overly-attractive and among the “coolest” teachers when the males were concerned. He just had that laid-back personality and certain aura about him that everyone just loved. Following him was Ms. Gianna Daniels. She would stare at those that came to her with sensual intimidation. Not because she desired them - she just always seemed far too provocative for her own good (like her mother). Students have misinterpreted her words, actions, and reprimanding as flirting. That being said, do not get on her bad side, she is known for tearing people’s hearts out, metaphorically speaking. She has a way of finding one's weaknesses and using them as weapons. Next was Dr. Edwin Grint. He was a man that most feared because of his intimidating nature. He always wore a black robe, and had a policy of “no roughhousing”. Everyone knew him to be the strictest of the staff. Jackson Drake was among the most energetic. He was always the one that joined in the cheering and “yahooing” in school events or just whatever. He’s a big manchild, but don’t think that doesn’t mean he can’t open a can of whoopass. Anger him or insult his soon-to-be wife, and Mr. Drake will unleash the inner-Ares inside him, and show why he’s one of the scariest professors of them all. Don’t test him. The order is as follows: Mr. Anderson, Ms. Daniels, Dr. Grint, and Mr. Drake.

Meanwhile on the right stood the Battle Strategy Department, or what students ragingly called them, the ‘Bullshit’ crew. The majority of the teachers were sadistic fuckers, which the Race was a perfect example of how malicious they can be, but these three in particular were an incredible force together. Not only did they balance each other out skill and power-wise, but they were some of the more commanding staff members to walk these school grounds (especially when together). Ms. Aisling Hawthorne, or Ash by faculty and staff only, was like a wrathful mother (with a soft side, when you earn it), who will make you shit bricks just by the damn daggers in her eyes, while Mr. Harvey Blake was straight up psychotic. Students believed he would kill them if he ever found them alone somewhere. No joke. Don’t fuck with him. Then there’s Dr. Magdalena Tsvetanov, the mysterious woman with Russian descent. She is not only eerie in her ways, but she will make anyone question their sanity. There is no doubt she has a few… or many… screws loose. Oh! And don’t be surprised if she calls you a “Little Girl” or “Little Boy”, it’s kind of her signature habit.

At the front of the line, and closest by the door, were Greek Mythology Professors Ms. Darcie Harper and Ms. Ji-Bora Chung. Out of the entire faculty batch, Ms. Harper, she’s okay with students calling her Darc, may be one of the kinder souls (or the only kind soul). She’s also terminally enthusiastic with her subject and her students. Raised as a theater geek, she wants to find ways to break her students out of their shell! Even if it means forcing them to participate in the talent show or the upcoming Fall Musical. The price of declining her would only be your grade. No big deal. She’s the go-to-teacher if a student wants to host an event of their own on school grounds. Next to her, Ji-Bora Min Chung, or Bora for short, has to be one of the bitchiest staff members of them all. The littlest thing gets on her nerves. As a result, she will take it out on her students. Her temper is short, and she has little patience. Obviously this one’s side of her parentage falls on the grimmer side of Demeter because it’s hard to see how her face could emit such a positive feeling and for the person it belongs to be the biggest cunt of them all. The order is as follows: Ms. Harper, Ms. Chung, Mr. Blake, Ms. Hawthorne, and Dr. Tsvetanov.

By the grand white piano in the far back, Mr. Jeremiah Clarke played a soothing and upbeat song that hardly anyone knew the name of. He was the man without a filter and harshly blunt. Rarely did he sugarcoat his words and would tell students if they’re were (or are) pieces of shit. They were conflicted with doting on him because of his charming unkempt ‘bad boy’ looks or being scared shitless by his mood swings. Sometimes he was pleasant, other times he was a heartless bastard. Gifted with grand musical talents, he loves to play the piano and listens to the great sounds of the world to inspire his songs. Many times in class, he would put music on the intercom (to project on the field), which may contrast with all the pain and suffering he puts his students through during their AIT sessions.

Standing next to him, where a mic stand was placed, there was Deimos Victor Simonides, the Headmaster of Olympus Academy. He was a man that looked rather young to be the headmaster of the prestigious academy. He looked tall, that much was obvious. Short dark hair that was always well-kept. His eyes were a mellow shade of blue or green (depending on the lighting). Like most, he was wearing formal wear. A simple grey suit with a cornflower blue tie. People often described him as an understanding Headmaster. Ambitious to be in his position, sure, but he was one of those guys that everyone looked up to. When he spoke, they listened because what he had to say was always important. He was the son of Zeus and Hera, so it’s understandable that people listen to him when he talked.

Beside him, clad in her one-shoulder red dress, was the headmistress, and Deimos’ wife/sister, Antonia Katerina Simonides. This woman was fierce. Where Deimos lacked in the toughness and upholding the expectations of Olympus Academy, she more than made up for it. Just her posture exemplified that. Everything about her, from head to toe, bled intimidation. From how her hair was stylized perfectly with the shape of her head to how her eyes looked cold and calculating. She was much shorter than her husband/brother, but that didn’t, for one moment, suggest that she lacked any strength compared to him. As stated, she balances him by being the heartless shrew that everyone expects her to be.

"Welcome! Welcome!” Deimos said, speaking through the mic. His voice boasted with energy, octaves reaching into near-screaming. The headmaster was definitely overly-enthusiastic. He always sounded like a British hype man. He got people into the events. That’s why the students preferred him over his heartless shrew of a wife, who, at this very moment, was giving him the death glare. Deimos caught it. He cleared his throat, shaking the hands of the students.