Dylan, the first son of Boreas', First Day At Camp [OPEN]

I nervously step into my cabin. It's walls seem to be made of ice and there is a breeze blowing through. I shiver, but I feel at home. My mind is in far off places, and I don't want to think about my living arrangements.

The cabin is white, with ice that seems to be solid wind. There is an enormous ice chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, and I almost want to ride the wind to the tall ceiling. The beds are canopies, and they sway recklessly in the wind. There is a huge pile of blankets on top of each bed, and a nightstand with hot cocoa. But, the biggest thing I see in the room is a statue pointing to a map.

The statue is of a guy with a neatly trimmed beard. His hair is all white, but white like mine, not gray. Still, he looks old enough to have gray hair. He is wearing a neatly pressed tuxedo, with a rode over it. He looks odd with the robe on, but I'm not one to question statues. He is also pointing to a map. Without thinking, I examine it. It is a map of Canada.

Suddenly, I realize what I am looking at. "Dad!" I whisper, too stunned to speak. I was in shock. All of this wasn't a dream. Demigods were real. And I was a son of Boreas.

Suddenly, someone quietly entered my cabin. I jerked my head up and created a huge wind current. It flies toward the person and stops just before their face, clearing away and revealing who is there.

I looked at the boy. "Yeah, I'm new. I'm Dylan." I wasn't used to the weird greeting he used, son of Nyx. I was going to stick with just Dylan. "Isn't Nyx goddess of . . . um . . ." I couldn't put my finger on it, though I knew I had studied this with my sister. All I could exactly remember now was my dad, and maybe that Zeus guy.

I look at the others, than at my sister. "So you're one of . . . Um . . . Boreas' kids? Like me?" I give the others a weird look. This was going to take some getting used to. "Are there any others?" I looked around, hoping to see someone; anyone! My hands moved back and forth and a large amount of wind blows threw the cabin, knocking random pieces of furniture down and blowing seemingly unimportant sheets of paper around in my wind. I laugh, that part of being a demigod was going to be fun!

I look at him. "You like the wind thing?" I ask him. "That's nothing! Watch this!" I pull out my blade, Anemos meaning wind, and check outside. It's definitely Winter. Looking at the ice lining the walls, I brake it with Anemos, then jump into the air, turn sideways in mid jump and spin in a sideways circle, and kick the ice into a clump of wind. The wind is spinning in a circle, so I keep the ice safely in the wind. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. Molding the ice I carefully turn it into water, which I can control since it's Winter. I hurl the water at myself, and let my skin absorb it. Slowly the ice water disappears into my body, and my eyes light up blue, the light slowly fading and my eyes returning to their normal purple. "Cool, huh?"

I look at Tobias. "I bet you can control the night though, right? Actually control the figurative essence, night? That would be a cool power. I'm stick with cold. Of course, useful in the summer, but I'm only strong in the Winter. You're strong everyday- er, night." I smile, proving that I believed in my words.

I laugh. "Nice!" I say. "Hey, at least you didn't get stuck with white hair, am I right?' I point to my hair and shake my head. "It' freaky. Of course, I never have to do my hair because it never moves unless I want it to. The air, or wind, can't touch it." I swing my head and my hair stays still. I swing my hair again and it flies out into every direction.

" ha my hair grows faster then weeds" I looked at the three. "well it took me awhile to just manifest things with shadows" I covered my hand and cast q shadow on the floor, secounds later a wolf stood a few inches tall growling and snapping at the boys.


Charity is not here anymore

I shrug. "I guess. I mean you wouldn't mistake me for an Aphrodite kid. I never even touch my hair. Well, except in the shower, but that's understandable." I laugh and, like usual, the room drops in temperature. Whenever I'm happy places tend to get colder.

I nodded to Toby and smiled, "Nyx is a very powerful goddess, and it may take years to learn a single skill" I seen the little girl come in and smile, "No, really each room is very different it really depends in who your parent is and no were different god parents I'm a daughter of Nyx "