The wake of Chimmie (Starts in cabin 7, goes here)

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{{Chime}}

"Please, please let me go. I don't what I did to deserve this. Please?"

"Oh, I wish I could- you haven't seen it yet."

"See what? There is nothing to see! I've seen the whole thing millions of times, just let me go!"

Chimmie was standing in a dark place on an invisible platform- all alone as far as she could tell. All alone besides 'the voice' of course. The voice was always calm and quiet and was supposed to force her into visions as far as she had figured. Currently she was having the hundredth argument with it over a scene she must have saw at least 100 times. It sighed back at her last comment and replied, "Then the hard way it is."

The platform seemed to be lifted from under Chimmie's feet and she fell, screaming. She landed hard on the steps of the Apollo cabin and yet sustained no injuries. She had done this many times- travel to things that hadn't happened yet. She had done this enough to know she was a shadow- invisible to all in what she was being forced to live through.

She didn't want to look, she knew what she would find, she wanted to shield her eyes and refuse the things around her's existence. She did for a few seconds but remembered she would be forced to relive the same thing if she didn't find 'it'. Whatever that was.

Around her raged a battle- angry demigods fighting with blinding speed that seemed to be fueled by fury. They were just hacking at each other like it didn't matter that were fighting their comrades. Disembodied parts of humans and creatures were strewn around wily-nilly and blood was dappled across the dirty sand clearing in the middle of the cabins. Chimmie whimpered and tried to draw back into the cabin but she felt a sickening nothingness behind her inside of the door so she changed her pace to walk off of the stairs.

She didn't see anything that she hadn't seen before but it was still horrifying. She shook her head and hurried past the fighting pair of demigods beside her. In spite of herself she turned around to see who it was. She had always hurried past them... maybe? Well one of the people were certainty unusual. Their eyes were oddly colored and glinted with cold murderous mischief. He smiled just as if the battle were an old friend. He seemed to look up for a moment from his fighting to look at her. She shuddered and stepped back- falling again.

She landed on her platform. She never wanted to see that face again- meaning it would now haunt her. She glared around trying to see the invisible. Trying to see the body tat the 'voice' belonged to. Despite her broken anger she was greeted with joy. "Now you've got it!"

"You see, that s what I wanted you to see and now you've seen it! Expect more soon. See you Chimmie!"

And she was falling- but this terrifying screams of people she had actually known circled her. Weather they were friend or foe they screamed their head of until Chimmie hit a soft object. She opened her eyes apprehensively. She was on her mattress in the apollo cabin. She was in the waking world and was rather shaken. Did you know that every one has only two instinctive fears? They are loud noises and falling. She had just been through both at one to such a degree that all her senses felt numb.

Her hands tightly grasped at her bed-shets and she gulped in air like someone who had been holding their breath for as long as they could. She felt her body sit up- but it wasn't her doing it. She felt herself stand up and yet it wasn't her who was putting the pressure on her frail frame. She felt herself walk to the cabin door and go down the steps and then finally she felt the force that made her do this suddenly lift away and she crumpled to the ground.

Her long hair covered her face as she let her head hang. For someone who had slept so long the dark restless circles under her eyes seemed out of place. The screams that fallowed her descent rang in her ears. She just broke down- but stayed completely silent. She wasn't quite sure which her she was yet but she was sure of one thing- she was glad to be awake, whatever it meant.


She felt like she always awake all the time. She felt like she would give her life if it meant that she could rest but she doubted she would even rest then. Hades nor Thanatos were that kind and neither was Pluto. Of course- the way she was suspended, almost dead showed that she could probably stab herself through the chest and live. Something had a plan for her and she was sure she wouldn't like it at all.

Her body remained crumpled but her head raised. The people that bustled around her obviously hadn't paid any attention to the crumpled little heap. She looked at them- packs of Aphrodite kids, lone demigods walking to various places, groups of friends chasing and playing and the occasional couple. Did they know that they would turn on one another?

Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe the dream was a lie- it seemed easy to believe as such. Maybe her life was a lie, that too seemed readily believable.

She let her head fall. She could go back into the cabin but she felt too weak. No, she would wait for someone to approach her. No promises how she would react. Right now, as always hen in reality, she felt broken and helpless. she felt as though she wanted to quit but didn't quite know how.

A person began to approach her but she didn't pay attention to who it was. She just looked up blankly and numbly.

Please, descent replies.

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(Is it morning now?)


Skye's plastic black alarm blared from her bedside desk, a recursive pattern. The sharp little chirps annoyed Skye, but she never bothered to get a new one. She could deal with it. Blinking groggily, Skye sat up in bed and yawned, stretching. She looked at the still beeping alarm wearily.

Since the Hades cabin didn't have windows, it was nearly impossible to tell what time it is, and the time to wake up. Skye wasn't a tardy kind of person; she liked being organized and on time for things. Mostly. So the daughter of Hades had gotten this cheap alarm clock from a son of Hermes, who only charged her a few drachmas. Skye knew that trading like this was prohibited, but that was one rule she could ignore.

Skye slid out of bed, quite reluctant to leave behind the comforting warmth of her mattress, where she knew she would be safe. But it was morning, another day. Another day to surround herself with the coldness of Darkness, the element the daughter of Hades had specialized in. Even though she had already basically mastered it, Skye still liked to fool around, hoping to discover a new skill.

Skye was glad that the cabin had a source of light, though the flames of green fire wasn't much to help the dim room. But she never complained. Skye was just glad that she had a home at all, and that she had the room all to herself. She didn't even know if she wanted another sibling or not. It was kind of nice how the room was silent and peaceful, but it could get lonely sometimes.

Rubbing her eyes, Skye hit the off button on the alarm, then walked across the room to the closet that was almost half occupied with her stuff, picking out her clothes for the day, changing out of her now-wrinkled pajamas. A half hour later, Skye was wearing a white cardigan over a white shirt, and jean shorts with black tights that went up just above her knees. A leather belt was tied around her waist, her knife in its sheath fixed to the belt. Skye's dark hair had been re-curled, and fell down her back in layers. Lastly, the daughter of Hades slipped on a pair of black boots, and headed outside.

A breeze of cool wind caught her on the cheek, sending her hair blowing across her face. Skye spit out strands of hair, and headed for the Mess Hall, hoping to get a quick breakfast before heading to the arena. The air was warm, with occasional gales of wind, which Skye liked. This was her favorite kind of weather. Skye loved how you could feel the heat from the sun, but it was like the sun was blurred with water, so it didn't hurt your eyes if you looked directly at it.

On the way, Skye waved to a few passing campers, beaming brightly. She was in a good mood. It was a typical day, groups of kids walking around, the occasional bursts of laughter. A group of Aphrodite girls passed her, and she nodded towards them. Skye wasn't sure if they had seen her or was just ignoring her, because they gave no sign they noticed her. Shrugging, Skye continued on.

As the daughter of Hades neared the center of the cabins, the number of campers increased gradually. And there was one thing that caught Skye's eye.

Skye peered curiously at a girl, curled up on the ground. Why was she on the ground? Was she okay? The other kids nearby certainly didn't notice the girl, each doing their own thing. Skye slowly approached the girl, not sure what she should do. She was about to say, 'Um, hello?' when the girl lifted her head and focused her green-brown eyes on Skye. Well, she wouldn't say focused. It was more like the girl was staring through her. Skye recognized the girl as Chime, or Chimmie, as some called her.

"Um, hey. You okay?" Skye asked uncertainly, awkwardly stepping closer.

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{{Chime}}

The person came into focuss in her rather blurry unsettled vission. She looked at her- through her, almost. Fair skin, rich brown hair, dark eyes. Had she noticed her or was she was she just passing this way? Her head raised just a little higher from her rumpled crouching body yet her eyes and expression changed none. Not a glimmer of hope, not a inch of detest, even. Just numb. What else could she be?

She felt like the nightmere she had endured was sapping her energy further by shoving bits of it into her mind. Was this girl fighting? She didn't remermber seeing her and yet she was sure she was somehow. Perhaps she had overlooked her- it wasn't hard to do in such a large battle. Her eyes studied through her just a bit harder- yes, she had seen her, but she didn't remember in which part of the battle. She shuddered just a bit- an inkling of her not being quite so braindead as what was made to believe.

By now it was quite certain that the girl was approaching her. She blinked a few times at her- done trying to see whatever it was she was trying to see her in the battle. She sighed gently, curling her knees to the side of her and looking down again. Screams still wrang in her ears. She tried to silence them by studying her outfit.

A white blouse and a pair of tan pants, stretchy like horse back riding pants, but not quite riding pants themselves. She was glad of her suspended sleeping state- the clothes looked like they had the day she must have been wearing them awhile ago. She didn't remember quite when that was. Did it matter?

Her gaze trailed absently to the sandy dirt ground in the circle of the cabins. She blinked and breathed out heavily- almost a sigh. How long would it be before it was covered in blood? How long would it be before the battle that she had seen? There was no way to tell, really. She could only hope it would be a while. Hope- what was hope? It seemed like she had never had any.

By now the girl was almost at her side. 'Um, hey you okay?' she asked. A human voice- not terrified, not screaming, not shouting in pain or surprise. Not even angry. It seemed to be almost... concerned. Yet her body moved a bit away from it. Her head turned towards her, dark eyes boring into her. What to say in response- no, no she wasn't. But she didn't quite want pity. Her mind prossesed it into a song that she had heard and she sang a verse, the flowing tune sliding smoothly off her tongue. The voice was pretty but a bit hoarse from a lack of use.

"Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And Passions,"

Her responce was quiet- almost silent, but perhaps the girl would hear anyway. Another line of the same song danced into her head.

"Hush Now Dear Children, It Must Be This Way
To Weary Of Life And Deceptions."

How fitting- but she somehow thought it was best to keep it in her thoughts. She shook her head gently and frowned slightly at the person before her.

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[Wow! Magorly smaller. Okay- lets try to keep the count at four or five hundred words- if you don't mind. Oh and sure, it's day time.

Heres the song she's singing: www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlsUrfbiE0 ]

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Chime gave Skye an uneasy feeling. Skye was seriously confused; the daughter of Apollo was very...different from everyone else, not counting the fact that they were all demigods. The way Chime acted gave Skye the impression that she didn't like being...alive. Chime's eyes looked dead, almost like she was blind, until Skye saw them focus on her. What's she looking at me for? What, did I do something? It got stranger as Chime started singing. What the...I asked her if she was okay, and she's...

Skye listened to the lyrics carefully, desperate to understand what Chime was trying to say. Did she always sing out her responses? Skye couldn't recall any memory of talking to Chime before, so she had no idea, although Skye had heard snippets of conversation involving the daughter of Apollo's name. Skye only listened enough to figure out who this Chime or Chimmie was, but never anything else, because she wasn't the gossiping type.

The song lyrics were too dark for Skye's liking. The eeriness of Chime's voice didn't improve the mood much. After Chime finished, Skye just stared at her, mesmerized. It took all of her willpower not to gape at the younger girl. Now Skye was even more unsure of what to say. Chime's voice had almost made her mind go blank. She got an obscure thought to sing something back in response, but pushed it away.

Well, what did Chime expect her to say to that? "Y-you sing good," Skye stupidly stammered out the first thing that came to her mind. It was supposed to be a compliment; that was the best thing to do in awkward moments, or so Skye thought. She hoped Chime wouldn't be offended by the lack of a reply. Well, what was Skye supposed to say?

Skye probed at her brain for a better reply, and she could feel her cheeks going scarlet. "Um, why do you sing that?" Stammering was a bad habit that Skye had gotten over the past few months. "I-is something going to happen?" Hey, at least that was better than 'you sing good', Skye hoped. And this reply actually kind of made sense. She knew that some Apollo kids were prophets. Maybe that was why Chime looked so upset? Because something bad was going to happen?

The daughter of Hades wasn't sure if she should have brought that topic up. It might trigger something in Chime's thoughts, and Skye didn't want a crazy prophet shouting visions and psychological crap at her.

Skye decided to just look for an opening when she could make an excuse to slip away. She wasn't normally this rude, but Chime was a different case. She was one of the only people that kind of creeped Skye out.

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{{Chime}}

Chime could feel her senceable dream self ebbing. She gripped at it but as the girl was trying to think of a responce odd scenes played across her eyes. Demi-gods slashing at eachother, those odd eyes in a devous face, a nurse walking down a down a hall smiling from ear-to-ear in a not-so-right way and a bed that restrained her limbs. Her heart skipped a beat in that odd panicy way and her eyes reflected it for a moment. Then they were focussed on trying to kleep hold on her surroundinds and they hardened again.

The girl didn't understand her responce- that was certain. It made her want to ram her fist through a brick wall. The lyrics were plain and fitting enough and she couldn't help it if that was what she thought. And yet through the awkwardness, her desprate dream self was almost begging that she stay. It seemed she wanted to leave- it was odd for Skye, oviously.

Skye just stared at her with eyes bright with surprize. This made her feel rather sad, as this is what the nurses used to do. She looked scared by her, which only fueled her unhappiness. Finally the girl said something and that something was only a stuttering, "Y-you sing good." Chime closed her eyes and sighed, trying to hold onto her sanity again. Even the compliment did nothing for her, she felt udderly alone.

The girl was blushing, embarressed at her comment or lack-there-of but Chime was looking away at the ground. The girls next comments forced her to look and aknowledge again. 'Um, why do you sing that?' and 'I-is something going to happen?' with that out of the window went sencable Chime.
She stared at her gravely and replied in the flowing tune of 'Sally's Song' one line.

"I sense there's something in the wind
that feels like tragedy's at hand"

Then she smoothed the tune to the rising and falling one and added on,

"Weep Not Poor Children
For Life Is This Way
Murdering Beauty And Passions"

Hopefully now she would get it because Chime just carried out the rest of the song quietly, almost under her breath. Yup, the last question had pushed a bit to far. She waited for the girl to leave- a cruel deed to do to someone in her unstable state, but an understandable one. Still... she hoped she wouldn't.

Her finger reached out and touched the dirty sand, trying to trace out a picture but somehow knowing this wasn't the time. Still, however, she absently drew a swirl in the dirt with her finger, although her works were much more detailed, it was something to do while she waited for a stuttering response as was likely.

[Sally's Song- www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA5kp-ZBKLA&feature=related

And the other one above.]

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There was no question about it now. 'I sense there's something in the wind that feels like tragedy's at hand'? There was something going on. Something unnatural that had made Chime like this, something probably not beneficial to the camp. All of Skye's hesitation was gone, replaced. Curiosity sparked in Skye's mind, even though she was sure she didn't want to know. Also, Skye was afraid that if she asked, Chime might get upset and freak out or something. Now Skye was less tempted to go. One half of her told her that it was a bad idea, and that she shouldn't know, while the other side buzzed with excitement that Chime might know something big was going to happen.

The preppy side won out, and Skye leaned forward and asked, her dark eyes gleaming eagerly, her stammering now gone, "What's going to happen? Do you know?" Skye was almost positive that Chime did know something, by the way the daughter of Apollo stared blankly and wearily at Skye, and with all of her strange gestures. "What will happen to the camp?"

Skye took a step forward excitedly, slowly approaching the girl. Maybe if Chime knew, they would have time to warn the camp, so they would be ready for whatever it was. The camp would be saved! Or something along the lines of that. Skye certainly wasn't going to let anything harm her home! The home she had as a kid, when she had come to camp eight years ago.

It then occurred to Skye that she might be annoying the girl by getting too close. Blushing again, Skye reluctantly took a took back. "Sorry, but I'm just..." Skye trailed off, not knowing what she was going to say anyways. She was--what? Over excited? Hyper? Curious?

Skye blinked away the thought and focused her black eyes on Chime again. Forcing herself to calm down, Skye waited for Chime's reply. Skye was just so bored of everything in camp being so plain for the past years. The mortal world was more exciting than camp, but of course, she couldn't go there without wishing for a death sentence. Not that Skye didn't appreciate the peace, of course. But she just wanted to do something.

Skye's eyes shined, and she smiled at the thought of being granted a quest, if that were the case. She would be a hero! An actual hero who helps people, not the term that people refer demigods to. But why would they assign ME a quest? Skye thought to herself, and her hopes dropped, but only slightly. But anyways, at the end, the camp would be saved. Skye liked making up happy story endings, though she knew that it was not the case with demigods. But a girl could always dream.

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{{Chime}}

Chime had to think for a moment. She glided off of the last song with a smooth finish. She wasn't prossesing in anything but lyrics now. When words were sung it made them very easy to believe. More easy than when they were said. That was the way it was to her anyway. The next tune wasn't quite so flowy, more hard and industrial. While she spoke with a rythum it did sound more like talking.

"The people up top push the people down low

Get down

And obey every word

Steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard

Wanna take what I got don't be absurd

Don't fight the power nobody gets hurt"

Skye didn't leave, infact. She even got closer to the girl. Chime almost scuttled away a few feet but she stayed put instead. Still, her body moved instictivly away from the girl so that she wasn't so close. The muscles one the side of her nose contracted slightly, creating a nervous twitch up at the side of her nose. Almost like the begining of a cornered canine's snarl. But it only twitched once then faded. She decided the girl wasn't such a huge threat at the moment,

The girl's presance was comforting somehow but not when she asked so much. Some hyper nature was coming out in her and it made Chime feel skittery around her. She shuddered just a bit at the changed mood of the girl. Was she excited? If so this might have worried Chime very much if she was more... sencable at the moment. Somethinglike this should be feared, not greeted with hypeer energy and happiness. She didn't get it.

Skye's eyes were now staring into her. It made her uncomfortable. She drew her legs to the oposite side of her body so they were curled on the side of her with one hand stablysing her, making skye a few inches farther away without having to lean anymore. Her own eyes returned the stare, this time like a nervous or cornered animal even though she had pleanty of room to get away from her if she wanted.

Why were the girl's eyes sparkling excitedly? It made her feel like her message wasn't getting across properly. Her eyes narrowed a bit her, her frightened expression hardening a bit into a hard stare. This girl's priorities must have been messed up! Or at least Chime was of that opinion at the moment. Her nostrals flared. A mentally unstable girl angry- uh, oh!


The girl's happiness seemed to tone down a bit. That was better. A small thing such as that could saffect Chime's mood in this state. You really had to be careful. But, of course, the other girl had absolutely no way of knowing that. If she had known anything, really, about Chime I doubt she would even approach her. So, perhaps it was the very best situation that she didn't. After all, if Skye could actually figure anything out from Chime the camp might have extra time. That is, might.

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Skye frowned at Chime's new set of clues; she didn't get it. "What do you mean?" Skye asked slowly, wondering if the question made her seem stupid, which it probably did. Then again, there was no telling what was going on in the daughter of Apollo's mind.

At least Skye finally got that Chime didn't like her getting too close, but it was hard to stay put when something life-changing like this was mentioned. Skye wanted to apologize when Chime started to move herself back, but didn't say anything. Chime might take that apology to change the subject. Or maybe all of Chime's replies were going to be like a song. Hopefully not. Skye had a hard time understanding songs. She wasn't very creative in the writing sense, and so she never understood the things songs hinted at.

Skye flinched as Chimmie's eyes hardened and narrowed into a very intimidating stare. At least it seemed that way to Skye. For a moment, the daughter of Hades felt silly for being afraid of a twelve-year-old girl, four years younger than herself, but then reminded herself that Chime contained hidden powers that most campers wouldn't know.

It was clear that Chime was getting kind of angry, or maybe pissed. Maybe Skye had pushed her too much with all the questions earlier about what Chime knew about the camp and stuff. It was scary to be around someone like Chime when they were angry. Looking at Chime, a mental image of a rabid dog with froth around its mouth popped into her mind, and Skye could almost notice the resemblance. Except that maybe the dog was a bit more sane. At least it seemed like the daughter of Apollo had calmed down a little, she hoped.

Skye hesitated a little, before holding Chime's stare again. As Skye got more used to it, she relaxed a bit more. Chime wasn't going to run and bite Skye or anything. Why would Skye even be afraid in the first place? Perhaps it was the daughter of Apollo's knowledge? But wasn't that a good thing, that Chime knew what was going to happen to the camp, so that the camp could prepare for it, wasn't it?

With all of the mental questions, Skye now got herself even more confused. She felt seriously clueless in front of Chime.

But what if it isn't enough? What if even if the camp prepares, it still can't fight whatever it is off? And worse, what if the problem is hidden deep in the camp's center? How will they get rid of it then? Stop, Skye thought, you're just torturing yourself with all of these meaningless questions.

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{{Chime}}

Skye didn't get her communication- that would have been apparent to a blind person who just walked into the conversation with-out having a previous inkling about what was going on. A twinge of frustration crawled into the deep, mangled depths that was her mind. She breathed out sharply in almost a snort of indignation.

It was at least better that the girl stopped approaching her so closely. It made her feel less claustrophobic- which was a good start. She shifted her weight from her supporting arm to her hip side-ways bent legs. The pressure on her knees (which, if you have weak knees you feel in this position) felt good somehow, however unhealthy it was for her joints. This put her body more strait up, just bit further from Skye to be on the safe side. Of course it wasn't immensely by any means. Perhaps just a centimeter. The position took more effort to hold herself up in and she felt weak already. Her back slouched as a result.

Her anger had been tamed a little bit. Emotions quickly burned through her mind. They took quite some effort to convey. If you do not think so I dare you to not sleep for months and still be in good a shape as Chime, given the circumstances. Still her body language was beginning to convey the strain it was taking even to sit up. Her gaze had slackened to the ground and when she looked back up at Skye her eyes were bottomless depths of blue, the dark circles under her eyes making her look more pathetic.

Somewhere deep in her head gears were turing dully. To answer her question.. to answer her question and then maybe she can help me out the rational thought just barely squeaked into Chime's body. But how to do so?

Suddenly she made an odd scuttling motion towards Skye. It was quite.. off. Her elbows turned out and her knees turned in. In two odd scuttle-forwards she was right by skye. With a quick burst of effort she straightened up her body so she was on her knees, her back straight up, and grabbed Skye's arm like a flash. Her own fingers felt cold and unreal against the more warm, human feeling skin of the other girl.

Her fingers held tightly to the girl and her eyes stared straight up at her.

"Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'"

She quoted. Completely irrelevant to the situation was her statement, yet the words written by Edgar Allan Poe were powerful and chilling enough with-out a completely unstable girl in such close proximity. I do not know -nor will I ever know- why on earth Chime had chosen the moment to recite part of 'the Raven' but she had.

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Skye noticed that Chime was starting to look seriously tired, like she didn't get enough sleep, and wondered what the daughter of Apollo had been through. It was obvious that there had been something wrong when she had first found Chime crumpled on the ground. Was this a common thing for her?

Skye began to feel sorry for Chime, that one of such young age like her carried the burden of prophecy. But shouldn't Chime also be glad that she has such a great power? What side effects came with it? Again, Skye stared at Chime's exhausted figure.

Skye nearly jumped, and flinched as Chime moved. The move was so sudden and unexpected. Skye felt even more surprised as Chime started inching towards her, and for a brief second, fear fluttered in her chest, and Skye barely managed not to step back. Hey, it's not everyday a mentally insane demigod kid, like, lunges at you.

Skye was too stunned to move as Chime gripped her arm. The daughter of Apollo's fingers burned on her flesh, like ice. Chime's skin was so cold, it felt unnatural. Skye voluntarily blinked as Chime's dead-looking eyes focused on her own. She was like a zombie, with her cold skin and the bags under her eyes and emotionless dark pools.

Then Chime began to recite something again, and this time, Skye recognized the words. How could she not? It was a very well-known poem, The Raven. But Skye had no idea what it had to do with anything, especially now. "Eh...?"

Chime's tight hold was starting to feel very uncomfortable, and Skye resisted the urge to pry her fingers off of her arm, but that would've been rude. At this point, Skye really didn't care anymore. This whole situation was scaring her. And they were in the clearing in the middle, so there was still other people, right? Skye desperately wished someone would come over at this moment and help her get away.

But then she wouldn't know what the camp would face, and it looked like Chime wasn't going to say anything to the superiors.

Keeping that thought floating in her mind managed to calm Skye down again. Seeing as they were getting a bit off track, and that this mystery guessing meaning game wasn't working for Skye, she decided to come out simple and dumb. Maybe they would actually get somewhere. "So, what's happening with the camp?" Skye asked, trying to keep her voice emotionless. Chime seemed more and more like a wolf that could sense fear by the second.