A Home of Obsidian (Hades House)

[Music~Mayhem]

Velika made her way up the few steps to the beautiful entrance of her camp house. She ran her hand along the wall of black as she stepped through the doorway. She crossed the empty room, making her way to her bed and flopping down on her bottom bunk. Her bed was made up with black and red covers with a rose theme. She had always loved roses. They seemed so pretty, and yet symbolic and possibly deadly at the same time.

She lay on her back, staring up at a picture of her and Jasper. He had come to camp with her on her first trip here. She smiled lightly, longing for fun times again like she used to have. For now, the two knew their separate ways during their time at the camp. Sure they always found time to see each other, but it was rare. She really needed someone to be around who was actually in her house, someone who she could train with. She creatinly couldn't train in sword fighting or anything of that sort with a son of Aphrodite... And she really didn't know anyone else. Sure she had watched some of the other campers sparing before, but she didn't feel like barging in on another cabin's practice time. "There has to be someone..." she whispered to her picture.

[Andrew Andreli]

Andrew opened the door to his cabin for the first time, as if on cue. His eyes darted to the girl, curiously. Did he have a sibling? Since he was claimed, he felt as if everyone feared him, but if he indeed had a half sibling...

"Hello?" Andrew asked aloud, his question echoing throughout the cabin. "Who are you?" Twinges of hope bounced around inside of him. He always wanted someone to talk to. But what if this girl wasn't a child of Hades? What if she wasn't like him? He swallowed, his hope fighting his doubt, and walked inside the cabin. He set his small luggage in which the items he brought with him were in on an open bunk near the one the girl was at. Please, he mentally begged his father, whatever he was.