[center][h2][i][color=purple]Marco DePaulo[/color][/i][/h2]

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Location: Stables of Camp Half Blood[/center]

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The sweet smell of strawberries in the air, as well as the crispness of a Long Beach summer reminded Marco that he really was there, at Camp Half-Blood. Another school year, another year of excelling at languages and sweet talking his way into good grades, not that anyone could guess he was anything less than a perfectly charming student. The young man had made sure that no one would ever suspect that there was anything different with the young man, other than his dyslexia.

With his earbuds in, he was brushing down one of the pegasi, while humming along to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvpZ8S6SBCw]The Queen.[/url] A few of his fellow Aphrodite campers were brushing down the other pegasi, and a few others, like his sister, Marianne, were saddling up some of the pegasi for flying lessons. Marco wasn't as good with them as Kiera, the only child of Poseidon at the camp, or that they knew of at the moment, but he was good with animals. 

Speaking of, a little squeak came from the bag at Marco's side, and he smiled, and fed a little green leaf to the little sugar glider in his bag. [color=purple]"You ready to go for a flight, Milo? I know you love it up there. You can glide down."[/color] Marco laughed at that as the little sugar glider looked at Marco, tilted his head and then munched on the leaf without a care in the world. 

Marco was envious of his little pet for the moment. Two days ago, shortly after he had arrived with the other campers, and had reunited with his sweet Em... Rosie had opened her mouth and spouted a 'Great' Prophecy. He hated the whispers of war swirling around, as his mother had a rather [i]horrible[/i] reputation with meddling with wars or starting them. Hell, most of them had not forgiven her for Troy! Hell, his older sister, that he had never met... well two of them, had been key in the last two wars. It was a huge weight on his shoulders, as he kept trying to be more than just that pretty son of Aphrodite. He was thinking he might need to go talk to either Zo or Em later... as he could feel himself stressing out. 

"Marco... I think you've brushed him enough?" Marianne sighed as she tapped his shoulder.

[color=purple]"Ah... Mari you're right. Let's saddle him up."[/color] Marco sighed and put down the brush and went to get the saddle.