[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Courtyard of CRS[/center]
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[color=SlateBlue]"Camp-?"[/color] Athanasia was mistrustful of 'camps' in general. Her false father had too often suggested sending her off to camps during the summer, something her mother would not hear of. It was just as well because Athanasia enjoyed travelling the world with her mother for the woman's job. Those long and dreary months when school became the priority were merely chances to prove she was better than whatever Ryssa's husband thought of her. Something she always failed at much to her chagrin.

But if her father was a god? Athanasia turned that thought over her mind as she stumbled after Coach Hedge. It was a interesting development and one that played into a few of the more interesting moments of her short life. Was this the reason her mother couldn't see or talk to her friends? While Ryssa had never doubted her, there had been a certain apprehension when the woman had found her in the Saint Louis Cemetery. As one of the cyclopes roar about making her into stew, Athanasia decide to worry about it another time. Running seemed the paramount thing to do for their present situation. [color=SlateBlue]"I'd rather run than be turned into stew!"[/color] The pale girl gasped as she reached the shed.