[center][h1][b][color=f9ad81]Alessio[/color] & [color=c4df9b]Aria[/color] Russo[/b][/h1]
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Aria's eyes narrow at him, as she recognised the voice, but doesn't say anything.  [color=c4df9b]"Well, we had no idea about our father.  Our mother died when we were 7, and we weren't told anything about him.  We grew up with only each other, and eventually found out we had some...powers, I guess they're called,"[/color] she says, indicating to her ears and eyes that still look like a cheetah's.

[color=f9ad81]"Then the bloody old man actually dared to stand before us, and send us to this ridiculous academy,"[/color] Alessio mutters.

[color=c4df9b]"I am Zeus, and I am your father.  Yes, my name is like the Olympian God, because I am the Olympian God.  I know it's a lot to take in, but the two of you are demi-gods.  I need to send you to Olympus Academy.  There, you will find out more about me, and learn how to control your powers.  I am also sending you there for your own protection."[/color]  Aria mimics Zeus' voice perfectly.

[color=f9ad81]"Protection my foot," [/color]Alessio spits, his eyes ablaze.  [color=f9ad81]"We've been in more dangerous and life threatening situations than most, yet he seems to think that now is okay to send us to some stupid academy for protection?"  [/color]His voice is nearly shrill by the end of it, as he was so worked up.  [color=f9ad81]"We don't need his bloody protection!"[/color]

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[center][h1][b][color=f49ac2]Peony Waters[/color] & [color=39b54a]Daemon Ivanov[/color][/b][/h1]
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Peony rushes through the dorms, her 8 year old self, trying to escape her best friend.  Daemon rushes around, trying to catch Peony, but never seems to be able to.  [color=39b54a]"Peony!"[/color] he cries, [color=39b54a]"slow down!"[/color]  He is out of breath, and can't keep up with her much longer.

[color=f49ac2]"No way!"[/color] she screams back, not bothering to look.  Daemon stops running, too out of breath to continue.  He stands in the middle of the hallway, watching Peony disappear.  His form is bent over, as he tries to catch his breath.

[color=39b54a]"Peony!"[/color] he calls out when he can't see her anymore.  [color=39b54a]"Please come back!"[/color]

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[center][h1][b][color=ec008c]Araluen Pallis[/color][/b][/h1]
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Araluen enters the grounds of the academy.  She looks around, her grey eyes darker than normal.  She scowls, annoyed at the fact she has to attend the academy.  But Artemis wanted it done, and she was the only one who was reliable enough.  She normally just goes with the flow, but seriously?  An academy?  She's too old to go to an academy.  There isn't anything she needs to learn from an academy!  Maybe she can just do a quick count.  Who's on who's side, before heading back to Artemis...

She remembers what Artemis told her, and she groans.  Nope.  That won't do.  She has to stay.  Oh, well.  At least she'd meet new people.  She begins to head towards the closest building.

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[center][h1][b][color=00a99d]Dmitri Petrov[/color][/b][/h1]
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Dmitri lay under a tree, his eyes closed.  He sighs, loving the breeze that drifted over him.  It was nice and peaceful, and he hoped it would stay that way.  Not many people talk to him, and he's happy about it.  [i][color=00a99d]Let's hope there are no Italians this year...[/color][/i] he thinks to himself.  He relaxes his muscles, slowly.  It takes a while, but he feels refreshed afterwards.  Not so wound up and tight.