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[hr][b][color=#00bf60]Location:[/color][/b] Just outside Camp Half-Blood
[b][color=#00bf60]Skills:[/color][/b] Running [/center]
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[color=#00bf60]"Yeah! I'm running! I really don't want that to catch up to us again!"[/color] Stella yelled back at the satyr she following. She wasn't sure when the last time she had properly rested was, and she knew it had been longer than that since her last shower or bath. She had been running with the satyr since they had finally reached New York, after a few bus trips. One of those had gone array when they had been attacked by winged topless ladies? Stella wasn't sure what they had been, but they had lost them somewhere in the Midwest when Stella had used the field of wheat they had found themselves in to their advantage.

[color=#00bf60]"You promise this place is safe and for kids like me right? Because I swear if this is some weird kid trafficking ring and you hypnotized my dads, I will never forgive you!"[/color] Stella could hear another roar just behind them and she squeaked as she fell face first into some snow. Thankfully it was the soft kind... which did give her hope. If they couldn't quite make it to this magical place the satyr had told her about, she could use that weird thing she did with plants. The satyr had explained briefly to her that it was because of her mother.

Stella had never known her mother, and it honestly had never bothered her until a while ago. Her dads loved her, and she loved them. They accepted her weirdness, and she accepted theirs. But her mother had never been discussed... not until recently. They had told her that she would find out in time, and it wasn't their place to say. Not yet.

The next roar took her out of her thoughts as she scrambled up and pulled out the knife she had been gifted. She wasn't sure if they were going to make it.