[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ag7iwz7.jpeg[/img][/center] [hr] [indent] [color=808080] [i][color=dca25b]This is a bunch of horse shit…,[/color][/i] the young man thought while sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. The twins had been listening to their father explaining what he wanted from them — something about Camp Athens, how tragedy struck, how people died, people left, etc… — Morne didn’t understand why their father wanted them to go there. Amorey was in university and in line to graduate soon enough. He had a decent life, he didn’t go the academic route like his twin sister, but he has had a solid job at the same place for the past five or so years. It felt like the conversation went on for hours to Morne but in reality, the conversation only lasted about forty-five minutes, and Amorey participated way more in questions and curiosity. Her twin brother was constantly having negative thoughts filling his head. ‘[color=a8a1cd]So there were past campers that died and left because of serious events?[/color]’ Another question Amorey was throwing her fathers way and Morne was rolling his eyes. Why couldn’t this be done already? The man had already explained whatever he wanted too and his sister couldn’t shut up. Why did she always have to ask so many questions? Once the conversation finally ended, Morne stood up, clapped his hands, and walked out of the room with such a painfully forced smile. Amorey’s face instantly went into a judgemental furrow because of his attitude. ‘[color=a8a1cd]What is your problem?[/color]” she called after him. ‘[color=dca25b]That whole conversation could have been done in five minutes. Not an hour![/color]’ his tone was over exaggerated and slightly irritated as his footsteps could be heard going up the stairs of their childhood home. She sighed and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. [hr] Somehow both of the twins were finally on the road to where Camp Athens would be. They had been traveling but they were finally in Greece where their father told them to start and to follow the map that he gave them. It was a map that [i]literally[/i] showed them the way there but luckily for Amorey, she had her annoying brother, and when she pulled out that map, unrolled it, and began to read it. It was quickly snatched out of her hands, a ripping sound could be heard from the force, and he began to roll it back up in a way that would leave wrinkles in it. ‘[color=a8a1cd]Hey![/color]’ she shouted while trying to grab the map from him but she was too late as he stuffed the thing into his backpack. ‘[color=dca25b]Hey what? We don’t need a stupid map that our dad gave us. I know where we are going,[/color]’ he said with a pseudo confidence that most would believe but Amorey knew better — he was an absolute idiot and a stubborn one at that. She huffed out, ‘[color=a8a1cd]You are annoying. Give me the map back because we do [i]need it[/i] and it’ll lead us right to Camp Athens. There won’t be any delays or anything if we use it.[/color]’ Amorey informed her brother with no avail, he was already walking away from her down a path that looked covered at the moment, and she shook her head and began to follow. What else was she supposed to do? Stand there and let the day be lost. At least they were starting a bit before noon, so they should get to the camp by dinner time, right? ‘[color=a8a1cd]You need to give me the map, Morne, we are walking in circles,[/color]’ Amorey spoke up with an irritation as she walked closer to her brother — debating if she should yank on his backpack and grab the map. His huff showed his irritation, ‘[color=dca25b]I’m annoying? You haven’t stopped bitching since we started this trip, that’s fucking annoying,[/color]’ Morne kept walking. A frustrated muffled noise came from her as she extended her hands out towards Morne in an aggressive fashion but was nowhere near touching him. One that would have told anyone that she would have [i]loved[/i] to choke him. ‘[color=a8a1cd]I’ve been bitching because this hike should have only taken us roughly a handful of hours, we started before noon, and it’s almost seven, Morne,[/color]’ she said his name with such distaste. ‘[color=dca25b]We are almost there, I know it, so calm down,[/color]’ Morne waved her off and before she could step closer and grab his backpack, he was already quickly moving away. Without making a noise, the quiet explosion of frustration could be seen in her body language, face, and eyes, as if she was having a mini breakdown and wanted to freak out but wasn’t letting herself — Amorey decided to give up on following her idiot brother. [hr] Within roughly twenty minutes, Amorey was standing at the entrance of the walled community, ‘[color=a8a1cd]That idiot should have listened to me…[/color]’ she mumbled while looking behind her. Morne was not in sight and for some reason that didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would have. He wouldn’t listen, he wouldn’t use the map, they continued to argue, and she was sore and to the point of freezing even though she was layered for the weather. However, she didn’t plan on being out for hours and hours. The walk to the camp was only supposed to be roughly two hours from where they started or at least that’s what she calculated. Going up to the gate, she realized there was a fingerprint scanner, so she took off her glove and put her finger print in. Everything seemed to be fine before the gate popped open and it made her jump. Why? She had no idea but being out in the middle of the woods during dark with barely any resources might have caused her alertness to be on high alert. Looking back behind her, she found that she felt slightly uncomfortable not having her brother with her, ‘[color=a8a1cd]He’ll make it,[/color]’ she whispered to herself before stepping into the walled area and the gates closed behind her. She slowly made her way through the area and realized that… snow was melting? Her brows furrowed when she realized how hot it was too. ‘[color=a8a1cd]This doesn’t make any sense,[/color]’ she spoke to herself but she had never come across temperature or weather magics before. How could it be so cold outside and everything seeming like spring in visuals and summer in temperature? That’s when she noticed all the lights more towards the middle of the camp and she decided that was where she would head because she could see the silhouettes of people. Maybe there was an introduction party? She looked down at herself and sighed, if Morne listened they would have been here hours ago and would have been able to make it in time for whatever was happening. They probably missed some important speeches, talks, and everything else. [hr] About twenty minutes later, ‘[color=dca25b]Maybe we should use the map…[/color]’ he spoke out and turned to look behind him to realize his sister wasn’t there, her footprints weren’t following him, and he was alone. ‘[color=dca25b]That fucking bitch left me,[/color]’ he gasped in disbelief. ‘[color=dca25b]How could she do that? When did she leave? What the actual fuck!?[/color]’ Morne got loud and he then heard a few birds call off in the distance and a few things moved which caused him to tense up. ‘[color=dca25b]She could have at least said something…,[/color]’ he continued his mumbling and bitching as he started following his foot prints back to where he came from. She was so annoying. She wouldn’t stop complaining or talking, then she would just go quiet for no reason, and then she left without a word? Who does that? Morne decided to stop and look into his bag. ‘[color=dca25b]Ha![/color]’ he grabbed the map out of his bag. ‘[color=dca25b]This is why I don’t let you have things, Amorey. You would have taken this shit and ran,[/color]’ he closed his bag back up and put it on. Opening the map with the very little light he had because of the moonlight and how it was being blocked by clouds as well. ‘[color=dca25b]If we just used the map in the first place, we would have been there hours ago,[/color]’ he commented smugly to himself. ‘[color=dca25b]Hopefully she isn’t there yet and I can laugh in her face when she arrives and sees that I made it first,[/color]’ Morne began to set off his tracks and follow what the map was saying or at least following it as well as he possibly could. [/color] [/indent] [hr] Location(s): Amorey arrived at camp and is heading towards the gathering of people. Morne is still in the woods.