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It was a beautiful day, the sky above Camp half-blood was clear as usual. It always was unless they wanted rain, snow, or whatever to be let in. Two young demi-gods sat together on the beach, a boy and girl. The boy was shorter than the girl, he had fluffy dirt brown hair, tanned skin, and fern green eyes that shone brightly. He wore his camp shirt and a pair of loose black pants. The girl had curly blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and down her back, tan skin, freckles, and beautiful sky blue eyes. She wore her camp shirt as well along with white pants.
“Myra, do you ever wonder what our future will be like? After the war I mean.” The boy, whose name was Rowan, asked the girl.
“Mmm. Sometimes, but I personally think it’ll just go back to what it was before all this. The same old camp.” The girl, Myra, responded.
“You’re probably right. But… What if things really do change? What do you think will change if it does?” He asks, turning his head to stare up at the sky. Watching clouds pass by over their heads with interest.
“Maybe something like more cabins. It is unclaimed kids who are fighting with Kronos, right? Maybe after this war they’ll finally get their own cabins.” She responds, brushing blonde hair from her face before turning to look at Rowan. Suddenly she starts to laugh, her smile was as bright as her father, Apollo, the sun god.
“What? Do I have something on my face or something?” The boy asks confused, turning to look at her. Though he smiled right along, her smile was always so infectious, especially to him. She didn’t know it, or maybe she did, but he was helplessly in love with her. He never said anything because he was afraid it’d ruin what they already had as friends.
“No, you just looked funny looking up at the sky with such seriousness. Lighten up a bit Rowan!” She laughs once more and elbows him playfully. Falling back onto the sand and smiling so brightly it was almost blinding. The son of Demeter sighs, but falls back just the same as the daughter of Apollo. A smile comes onto his face as he turns to face her.
“You know, you could lighten up a room just by existing. Brighten so many dull lives with a single smile.” He mutters, his voice gentle and genuine. It was so full of love anyone could tell what it was, even without an Aphrodite kid pointing it out.
“You’re sweet, you know that, Rowan? About as sweet as the strawberries you grow” Myra gives back a smile, her voice just as genuine.
They stayed there for hours, just chatting about whatever came to mind until eventually the dinner horn blew.
“Well, looks like it's dinner time” Myra says, sitting up and then standing up, holding out a hand for Rowan to grab.
“See you at the bonfire after?” She asks, even though she already knows the answer.
“You know it.” Rowan responds, grabbing her hand, allowing her to pull him up. He smiles as she starts to walk off to meet up with her cabin to head to dinner.
“I love you.” He whispers into the night once she is out of earshot. With one last glance at the ocean he went to meet up with the rest of Demeter cabin for dinner.