Crystal Lily Holland
Dec 1, 2016 1:55:16 GMT -5
Post by Lily Holland on Dec 1, 2016 1:55:16 GMT -5
Crystal Lily Holland |
FREESTYLE APPLICATION Alice Englert - seventeen - camp half-blood - heterosexual - it's complicated I am a child of fear. I don't know how I became a child of Phobos, but I don't ask either. It seems like a dark thing for my mother. And I'm not the only demigod in my family as well. My cousin, Ridley, is also a daughter of Hecate. It seems like our family has some dark and twisted and complicated past that makes us prime breeding for the gods, but I don't ask. The less I know, the better I feel about everything. Ridley seemed to be the only one who understood me a lot of the time. Maybe it was the demigod thing or whatever, but I spent a lot of my childhood being around her. I hate touching. I'm not a strong demigod. Well, at least I don't think I am. But I do know that my powers developed rather early for a demigod. And my first developed power? Knowing people's fears by just a single touch. I didn't know how to control it and I still don't know how to control it. I learned very quickly that people had all sorts of fears from fire and spiders to ducks watching them. But some of them... some of them got even darker than that and it always scared me. I learned the quickest and easiest way to control my powers were not to use them at all and that meant avoiding touching people. It was hard at first, but I learned that walking around with my arms across my chest was probably the safest way to avoid everything. Camp was an escape to an extent. Finding it to avoid people was harder than it was. Everyone wanted to shake my hand and hug me, which was starting to become progressively harder. But finally I was sent off to Camp Half-Blood and things were much better. Nobody thought my aversion to touch was strange and off and on, I had siblings that understood my difficulties. I hung around Ridley a lot, especially when my cabin was only me. She was definitely one of my best friends. I had a few friends at camp and I thought I was happy until I met him. But he was different. I don't remember exactly how I met Ethan Marsters, but I knew he was different from everyone else in camp. I don't know what drew me to him, but I had to get to know him. We started out as friends and eventually we started dating, but shortly after that I fell madly in love with him. And he was the first person that I didn't mind touching. His fears were common: fire, his disability, plans going astray. Things I could deal with or maybe I was blinded by love. I felt like I could be myself around him and it felt like nothing could go wrong when I was with him. And I was dangerous. Ridley didn't approve of our relationship. She said I was too dangerous for him. Not only could I know his fears from a touch, I also developed my other powers, which meant I could radiate fear and force people to see their fears for a short while. I didn't believe her at first. I wasn't dangerous for him because we loved each other and I thought she was jealous of our relationship. But as time went on, her words slowly sunk in. I was dangerous. There was no way our relationship could be healthy. And it wasn't good enough to break up with him. No. Ridley said in order to protect him further, he needed to forget who I was and I agreed to it. I have regretted what I've done. So one night I watched Ridley perform her witchcraft that erased Ethan's memory of who I was and everything between us. I thought the deal was done and everything would be okay going forward. I was wrong. I still saw Ethan around camp and I wanted to run to him and tell him about my day and hug him... but I couldn't. He didn't know who I was. The first few days were the worst. I felt a pang of longing and guilt every time I saw him, but the worst was when he finally interacted with me about a week later. It was how he said my name. It no longer felt loving and caring. It was cold and uncaring like how everyone else said it in camp. I couldn't take it anymore. I fled camp. Crystal is no more. I was gone from camp for a few months. I told myself that I was trying to find myself and I was on a journey of self discovery, but I knew that wasn't the case. I was avoiding camp, mainly him. Maybe Ridley too. She talked me into this mess that my heart was going through. I couldn't bare the idea of being in camp and not loving him. Maybe he was my first love and it was crazy and deep, but I knew in my heart that it was true love. But now that was gone. I traveled across the east coast for a few months as I fought of monsters and creeps alike. But I finally returned back to camp, but not as Crystal. I started going by Lily after that point because I didn't like anyone saying Crystal. From that point forward, I've been more reserved than before and I found myself avoiding Ethan. This is me now. name; Rachel time zone; MST |
