Grave Of Roxanne Marie Michaels, daughter of Zeus

A small stone marker reads the spot where Roxanne Michaels' body is buried deep under the dirt. Cold, under the frozen ground. Her body is gone forever, yet her spirit lives on in Elysium, probably harassing Hades and her fallen brothers and sisters. She lives on eternally in her own little state of grace. Maybe she'll be reborn. Reincarnation for her second life. She's made the decision to aim for the Isles of the Blessed.

Here Lies Roxanne Marie Armstrong.

Caring Sister, Mother, Girlfriend and best friend.

She died a hero.

She'll be remembered as a hero for the Zeusys.

Εδώ Lies Ρωξάνη Armstrong Μαρία.

Φροντίδα αδελφή, μητέρα, τη φίλη και ο καλύτερος φίλος.

Πέθανε ένας ήρωας.

Αυτή θα πρέπει να μείνει στην ιστορία ως ήρωας για την Zeusys.

~Plot twist! xD

Magnus stopped in his tracks. He tensed up, first glancing around to look for anybody that might be a son of Hades, summoning the dead, or a magician casting an illusion. They were alone.
"Well..." Magnus said. "Y'know, I was half-expecting to see you do that."

(And so was I)

I have a boquet of frut flowers in my hands, knowing Zan would rather have these over real flowers. Oh Zan! She was the girl that made me think about ending my life, because she had died.

I owed this girl something. The fruit flowers wouldn't cut it, but it's what I would offer her now. She ha been one of my very best friends, and I love her so! Like a sister of course though. I couldn't possibly imagine having a crush on her, we were like family.

"Hey Zan," I whisper. "It's Hale. I don't know if you're listening, but, I love you Zanie. I can't believe you've passed, I really can't. I hope you're enjoying your new life. Maybe you're even here at camp! I wouldn't know who you are, but I know you're rockin' and rollin'. Soon you'll make yourself known. We'll all know about you. Again, Armstrong, I love ya'!" I put my flowers down and begin to walk away. There are tears streaming down my face, and my vision is blurred.

I stop, dead in my tracks. The girl--Tatum? Tallie? Terry?-- was talking to me, and it seemed weird the way it was timed. Perfectly, almost, with my visit to Zan's grave.

"Um, yeah. I can help you. What's up?" Keeping my face the rift level of confused, I smile. That was how I helped people; by being both confuzzeled and eager at te same time.

This girl made my instincts spin haywire, like the natural world wanted me to figure something out. I guess helping her was the first step towards forfilling the role I was desperately trying to fill.

--He's being all, "It's my destiny," right now. Sorry about his dramaticness!--

((xD))

"I'm new here and I came from a crappy city and stuff...but it's funny because I feel like I've been here before. And it's not from a dream or anything. I just feel like I've done all of this before. Y'know? I just...and I feel, like, gravitational pulls towards things I've never even seen before. Like the other day, I wanted give this Zeus kid a hug and tell him that he's grown big and stuff. I don't even know him!" She used her hands rapidly as she spoke about the wierd occurences.

My eyes widen. "Was this boy's name Will? Will Michaels?" My heart was pounding extremely hard in my chest. Zan! This girl could be Zan!

"I'm Hale by the way, son of Apollo. Does this grave make anything in your mind go . . . Crazy?" I step aside and point to Zan's grave. Maybe she would see her grave and spark some rememberance; remembrance of her old life.

"I can totally relate to being new. I was new in December, not so long ago. You're probably pretty lost right now."

This girl . . . If Will was the boy she had jhugged, this was her. If the grave made her realize her old past, it was her. If she showed any signs of Zan, this was her. I couldn't believe it! I might really be getting back my friend!

--I'm going to switch to thrd person. And EXTREMELY epic by the way.--

Hale stared in horror at Taylor, but soon a sly, weasely smile snuck it's way into his face. His eyes were ablaze, like the sun on a hot summer day. His entire body became bright, not just his face. He radiated heat like no other demigod ever had, except for Phaeton when he met his fiery death. This couldn't be happening, but it was. The look on Taylor's face was so real, so awestruck, it couldn't be fake.

Hale had trouble making words for a minute, but he managed. "Z . . . Za . . . Tay. . . ROXANNE! IT'S YOU! It really is you!" Hale rushed towards Taylor and wrapped his little arms around her waist. "Do you . . . Remember me?" Hale promised himself that he wouldn't be disappointed if she didn't remember him. He wasn't a very big part of Zan's life, coming in towards the end of her short run, but this time would be different. He would know Taylor/Zan more this time around. He wouldn't let her die young. Never again.

Taylor struggled to recal anything, even her own name as a lifetime of memories flooded her head. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the young's boy head. "Of course I remember you, Hale. I was the one who appointed you cabin leader." Taylor grinned as if it was Taylor who had done it.

((Thanks! It took me forever to write that. The dark-haired boy at the end that looked like the baby's father, that was Sam Beckham. And the boy walking away from the black-haired girl, that was Steven. Zan's baby daddy.))

--Lol, he baby daddy. Was Steven anyone's character?--

Hale's eyes move up, while his head stays in place. "True. I'm glad you're back. I was worried we would never find you again. In fact, most of camp was. Your death had a hug impact on us." Hale smiles and remains still.

If Zan . . . Taylor was back, how would the rest of the camp take it? Did Taylor want many people to know who she was? She probably wanted to have a reunion with Will, and maybe get back together with Sam. Hale was just happy to know who she was, and that she hadn't ended up mortal or something.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but they were tears of joy, not sadness. "I'm so glad you're back. You're old cousin, Julia, she saved my life. After you died, and Gen died too, I thought of suicide. I might have gone through with it too, but Dad/Apollo and Julia talked me out of it. I couldn't let anyone down." The tears were overflowing out of Hale's eyes and he smiled with no teeth showing.

Hale's smile started to drop. This wasn't Zan. That wasn't something she would have said. Taylor was right. It was Taylor now. There was no more Roxanne Marie Michaels/Armstrong. She was gone, deceased, living on in memories, but not in Taylor.



"I understand," Hale managed. He wasn't lying though. If he turned out to be someone else, he wouldn't want to be remembered as that other person. He would just want to be Hale Drem, remembered for what he himself had done.

That thought triggered a few thoughts. His entire life flashed before his eyes, knowing that he had done some pretty great stuff.

His brother was born, and Hale and a blurry/black spot jumped with joy.
Hera attacked his house, and he protected his mom while something shooed Hera away. Fire? Light?
Hale's mom with a confused look on her face as he cried, telling her he was running away.
A satyr meeting him out in his backyard, and hauling him to camp.
A su shining proudly above his head.
Hale meeting Leo, a son of Poseidon.
Zan nominating him for Apollo cabin leader.
Hale winning the elections.
A battle with blood every where.
Zan's dead body.
A grave, Gen's grave, and a black haired girl, Julia.
A lifeless cabin leader meeting.
Zan's grave.
Taylor.

Everything and happened so fast, and it seemed his life was far more interesting than anyone else's. Still, he couldn't figure out what the two fuzzy spots in his memory were. Had he forgotten about something, someone, in his life?

--I hate to copy your idea, but it was too epic to pass by. Hale's life wasn't as cool as Zan's anyway!--

((I actually love it when people are inspired like that. Lol, it's not stealing! It's being inspired xD!))

"Or somethin' like that. I dunno. I just wonder...if I have her memories...does that make me a reincarnation or something? Does that mean I'm like, multiple personality disordered? Would that mean I have her personality too? Could I channel her powers?" Taylor was thinking aloud again.

--Okay, good! xD--

"I don't know. All I can tell you is, you were once Zan. You died. You tired for another life. Now you're Taylor." I laugh, then step back so I can fully look over. Taylor. She didn't look like Zan . . . At all.

"You probably don't have anything to do with your old self anymore, though O can't pretend to know anything about recarnation. The only god I've ever met wasn't Hades, it was the brute Hera, and the underworld is a mystery to me." I raise am eyebrow helplessly, then shrug.

"If there's something I could help you find out . . ." I trail off, my mouth as contorted as my eyebrows. Lightning flashed, and I know it's Zeus doin Hera's bidding, right next to me, but dad seems to protect Taylor and I by shining the sun through the clouds and ruining the storm. I still remain unfazed.

Hale sighed. That's the time when Zan would have
snorted or laughed or something. Taylor was really just Taylor.

"Well, since there's nothing I can do, are you going to talk o someone else about this? I mean, you could talk to the gods, if they'll listen. Sometimes my dad listens. Ask . . . Hermes, you're father." I almost said Zeus but caught myself. Taylor's father wasn't Zeus.