[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/598748436975845376/tumblr_ocp7e5oj071u0wn86o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Wyandotte County Lake Park
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	[color=6666FF]”Well good news is that it seems you can [i]build[/i] a fire, eh? But no seriously I’m so glad we aren’t having to eat raw fish so thank you.”[/color] Demetri moved over towards the Hephaestus girl, away from the gut collecting Ares kid, and sat down on the ground. He brought his knees up to his chest, resting his cheek against it as he watched her build the fire. For kids of gods, they seemed fairly chill and free, not unlike many others kids his age. He began to wonder to himself if the children of gods carried similar traits within families. Did all Ares kids like to pull pranks and rush in? Were all of Hephaestus’s children so nonchalant towards certain matters? Most importantly...were all of Aphrodites children like Aster? Because a whole camp full of him? No thank you. 

	Demetri unfurled a bit, stretching out his legs as the dirt pushed against his converse, adding a new layer of filth onto the whites of his shoes. His arms outstretched behind him, hands firmly planted down as he stared up at the sky trying to take this all in. Gods, Demi—gods, and myths come to life, how much more of this world was hidden behind a mist of deception? Demetri shook his head lightly, unbelieving at the fact that he was even entertaining the idea of higher powers that could have set the world in motion. If all this was to be true, if he truly was the child of a god, then who was his godly parent? This thought settled into his mind and he was reminded of a story his mother used to tell him when he was just a child growing up. She always referred to him as ‘The Light of Her Life’, stating that she knew his miraculous birth would occur when a golden ray of light showered upon her in the early morning, God willing her to have a child. Demetri had always thought the story some form of fairly tale, something a mother invents to bring wonder and joy to a child’s life. Now he sat here wondering if there was some truth to the tale.