[center][h1][color=0054a6]Liz Burton[/color][/h1][/center]


[color=0054a6]"So your name is actually Mr. D?"[/color] She said. [color=0054a6]"That's not creepy at all."[/color] Liz said to the God seated in front of her. In return she received an angry glare and a hard elbow to her side from Simon, her best friend and satyr as she so recently discovered. She still couldn't quite get used to seeing goat legs where there used to be a pair of muscular calves from her friend who was in a swimming team. She rolled her eyes in bored frustration, or so she'd like to believe herself, and waited for Mr. D to finish his sentence. [color=00a651]"Introduce her to the camp."[/color] The God said with an angry tone and before Liz could say anything witty in return Simon had led her outside the room.

[color=8dc73f]"Don't be stupid Liz. I'm serious. You shouldn't joke around with that guy."[/color] He said with a stern look that she wasn't used to from him. Stern looks were something her grandfather did when she asked him about her father. Simon wasn't supposed to do that. [color=8dc73f]"Anyhow, I'll leave it to the other kids to introduce you here. I have to report to other people too in the forest."[/color] Simon said as he led Liz outside. [color=8dc73f]"Be a good girl alright?"[/color]

[color=0054a6]"Ain't I always?"[/color] She sighed more out of habit than anything else and waved him off. She watched him hop over the path with his goatlegs and allowed the exhaustion of the past few days settle in, or trickle past. She didn't know exactly. After ... that had happened while camping at the lake it'd been a wild two-days ride for Long Island, New York. Simon had begun acting very strange as soon as the thing at the lake happened. The burly teenager had abruptly grown a sense of responsability she wasn't quite used from him. She eyed the weird-looking wound on her leg where the thing had grabbed her. It creeped her out. Suddenly she was quite anxious to meet these new people, if only to stop thinking about what happened.

She walked up to a group of campgoers who seemed to be as clueless as herself, hoping there would be a tour of some kind. When she approached she heard them discussing 'Godly parents'. This shit again? That Mr. D guy was blabbering about that as well, and even these people bought this ... Well, it probably was true. Simon's legs were a clear indicator that something was not normal here. But Greek Gods? That was some next level shit.

[color=0054a6]"Uh ... Hello. Are you guys new too?"[/color] She asked.