Never believe everything you see...

After Kyle left, Marcos took his time walking along the beach. He'd never had the chance to lead the spies of Kronos before on his own, but as second-in-command, he was now in charge. He wasn't sure what that meant in camp, because spies weren't allowed to know about each other unless they were running an op together, which was very rare. The only exception was the commander and his lieutenant had to know about each other, so they could coordinate plans. That was the reason that Kyle and Marcos had originally become friends in the first place.

So far, he was a bit lonely. He usually just followed Kyle around and talked with him, but tonight, Kyle was away on a quest, and Marcos, the son of Hecate, was very much alone. Just like I always was before camp, he thought to himself. Watching the waves crash against the shore, Marcos thought about his life and what purpose it actually was meant to serve. Sure, Lord Kronos told him his destiny was to serve him, but was that really the case? He didn't know. He was too young to care, and life was too short.

Finally, getting tired of pacing, Marcos walked up to a tree and sat down still watching the water, the moon, and the stars on this beautiful, clear night.

~ Do you mind if I join?


Melina strolled leisurely across the beach, her hands resting in the pockets of her jeans. Her gray-eyed gaze looked out at the ocean, observing the waves as they lapped at the sand. She had had a long day at the arena, which seemed to be the center of her life at the moment. Ever since she snuck out of camp with a few friends, then being captured by Hades, and almost loosing her life; the daughter of Athena had been more focused on improving her combat skills than her intellectual knowledge. Though, her swordplay was never bad, but after experiencing the point where her life was almost taken away from her in battle, she intended to fight for her survival even better than before.

For a moment, Melina almost bumped into something- someone, before stopping in her tracks. Before her stood a boy that appeared about 14, though Melina wasn't quite sure. "Hello," she greeted.

OOC: Sure you can.

The red headed son of Hecate was just about to sit down, before someone ran into him. He fell on his but, and chuckled. He said,"Oh well, I was going there, anyway. It's been a long night already, don't you think?" The mischievous red haired fourteen year old winked mysteriously. He enjoyed trying to be mysterious around just about anybody.

He looked at the girl, and immediately recognized her as a daughter of Athena. All Athenians had the same gray eyes, albeit some were dominated by other colors like Kyle's best friend, Odysseus, whose eyes were gray-blue. Most others, however, were just plain gray like storm clouds. That made them the ultimate mystery, since you could never tell what they were thinking. Most Athenians were wise beyond their years. Take Odysseus for instance, the guy clearly acted like a 50 something year old man in a 15 year old's body.

Oh well, he thought, there goes the neighborhood for ya. He sighed, a bit sadly. He was sad that Kyle was gone, because he had a feeling that he would be coming back a changed person, an enemy, if he came back at all. Solania was really changing him. Kyle used to talk about how much he hated the gods all the time, but ever since he had started falling for Solania, he had been drawing away from Kyle and the other spies more and more. It made Marcoc feel left out.

"I'm Marcos Johnson, by the way, Son of Hecate. I know that you are a Daughter of Athena, but what is your name," he asked as he stuck out his hand.

Marcos smiled, and said,"Oh, I was just out here thinking. This beach is always the best place to come and think at night. I sometimes come here, and practice my magic, alone. However, some of my magic can only be used on a real person. Some of that magic is considered illegal, here at camp, so I don't actually ever get to practice it. By the way, what are you doing on the beach?"

He paused, considering the circumstance, he'd of course lied about the last part. He used his memory wipe and reprogram magic all the time on Victoria, that daughter of the goddess of truth. She was a spy, so to keep her from slipping up on top secret information, but no one else had to know that.

He turned to the newcomer, and said,"Hey there, what is your name?"

Marcos bowed, and said,"It is nice to meet you Spencer. I am Marcos, son of Hecate. How are you this fine evening?" He got a close look at her, she was definitely a beautiful girl. He looked away, he couldn't fall for anyone, or he would be as bad as Kyle. Kyle definitely endangered him because he knew who Marcos was and what kind of person he is.