Lakeside Blues [Accalia]

[Atalanta Nikolaou]

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Come, surf the clouds, Race the dark, It feeds from the runs undone, Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Do you think you can keep up?

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Under different circumstances Atalanta would've loved everything about Camp Half-blood. Even the crazy wall of lava was a nice challenge for a summer camp. If that was the only thing Camp Half-blood was for her, just a camp to spend her summers and tell her mom all about it when she got home for school. But unfortunately that was not the case anymore. Her mother was gone, she had been forced to run away from her house and she was thrust in what felt like a parallel Universe. Her world was gone.

She had kept up the tough act for a while now. Trying to adjust in the life of a demigod, being always ready to defend herself for when she would go back out there, she had done her best to show people that she wasn't some weakling that needed to be pitied or protected all the time. But the truth was, she wasn't alright. She had tried her best to lie to herself and others that she was fine, that the death of her mother was something that she would get over fast. It was afteral the natural order of things. But no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she just couldn't take it anymore. She hadn't cried or properly stop to think about what had happened in almost two months now. She felt like she was about to burst from all the emotions that had pilled up inside her. So she did the only thing she could think of, she left Lycaon snoozing back at Ares' Cabin and made her way down the lake.

During her time exploring camp, she had found a relatively quiet and hidden spot. Once there, she propped her back on the nearest tree and curled up into a ball. Head burried on her knees, she closed her eyes as the floodgates opened and a river of tears began spilling out as she quietly wept, her grip around her knees tightening now and then as she tried to contain the sobs.

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[Accalia Phillips]

Accalia was in her plant hideout by the lake. It was hidden well between trees and vines, under what looked like a shape that could just be a rock. Being a daughter of Demeter, it was easy to keep the place hidden. She had furniture shaped from live plants, including a moss bed that she had taken many a nap on. Her golden retriever, Frederick, was sleeping at her side when he suddenly perked up, face turning toward the draped vine doorway. "What is it?" Accalia whispered, slowly making her way to the vines.

She listened first, hearing what sounded like... a person. Someone was there, by the tree just outside the hideout. People were there all the time, so it wasn't knew, but this person was alone and... oddly quiet.

Wait, was that a sob? Maybe a small one?

She quietly slipped out of her hideout, making sure the door was concealed, and turned to see a girl holding her knees, definitely crying.

In the past, Accalia would have immediately gone to her aid but... now... Frederick, the dog, skipped over to the girl and started nuzzling her arm. "Freddie, no-" Accalia sighed, "Sorry that's... my dog..."

[Atalanta Nikolaou]

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Come, surf the clouds, Race the dark, It feeds from the runs undone, Meet me where the cliff greets the sea Do you think you can keep up?

❞

Atalanta felt something cold and damp bump on her arm and she was slightly pushed to the side. She knew that drill. That was a dog. "Not now Lycaon." She said, voice slightly hoarse as she lifted her head from its hiding spot. Being greeted by a large head of golden fur, Atalanta tried to jump back on instinct but the hard bark behind her reminded her where she was. Nothing was going to ambush her here. She was safe from monsters here.

The arrival of the dog's owner, Atalanta sifted to a more upright position and ruffled Freddie's neck fur with one hand, quickly trying to wipe away the tears with the other but to no avail. Her eyes were already red and her cheeks were soaked from tears. "It's... It's okay. For a moment I thought it was my pup, but he is too big to be a puppy." She smiled at the dog, avoiding to make eye-contact with the other girl. Atalanta didn't remember seeing her before and the fact she had managed to sneak up on the daughter of Ares bothered her. So she kept petting the golden retriever instead.

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