What no, not the giant Venus flytrap again, Aaaah--

The place looked neat. Like, really neat. From what I could see there were several working areas a bit like the Training Center in the Hunger Games: earth-covered spots for plant-growing, a racing track and hurdles for those with speed powers, a pool for those with water powers, really, everything.
I had come here with Derek, one of my best pals here at Camp Half-Blood; walking in an orange camp shirt, camouflage trousers, combat boots and stygian iron arm greaves, I winked at the son of Demeter. "Let's see who's gonna die first," I teased him.

OOC: Sorry this is short, I have dinner.

"I'm gonna practice on my illusions," I said then saw him go over to the green section, where plants and trees had already been planted, flowers opening their corolla to the sunlight.

"Hey Derek, how about we help each other out? You tell me if my illusions are convincing enough and I ... offer you my mental support for your plant ... thing? I guess? Or I can just get a cheerleader outfit and do a backflip every time you grow a tulip."

I was joking, but I actually wanted to help him with his powers... that's what friends are for, right? Especially demigod pals with superhuman powers.

"Astral projection you mean? Yeah no. I don't really like the whole idea of my soul leaving my body."

Then I sat down on a nearby log and watched him grow... a small field. Wow, just like that? He was powerful! I had never seen him do that. On the other hand, all he did when we were hanging out was growing edible stuff and tickling me with his vines. Now was kind of the first time I saw him actually practice his powers.
The yellow/ochre barley ears swayed in the light breeze, ripe and ready for harvest.

"Dude, that is sick," I told him with an admiring expression. "You're on to end world hunger!"

Wow. Nodding appreciatively, I watched the barley wrap around his legs as if they were actually thinking beings who could move of their own accord. It was really impressive I mean, when was the last time you had barley giving you a hug?
I guessed the ears gave him some kind of energy boost since he seemed slightly less tired, and I gave him a grin, showing my teeth.

"So how are you gonna fight me, if I look like -" Snapping my fingers, I willed my legs to look scaly and lose the knees, my skin to catch a greenish tint, my eyes to become yellow and slit by vertical pupils, and two of my teeth to turn into snake fangs "- thisssss?" My voice had become a low but threatening hiss, my tongue having seemingly morphed to become thinner, longer and split in two at the end. My legs looked vivid green with white marks at the side like an emerald tree viper, gliding slowly in snake-like movements. I could of course still feel my body underneath the Mist illusion but Derek would see me as a Scythian dracaena -- at least I hoped he would.

"Are you kidding me??"

The barley ears sprung out of the ground and waddled off the earthy spot on their tiny roots, speeding over to me. My Mist-snake-legs curled in unfurling knots as I beheld the army of wheat coming for me.

"Okay ssssso..... What are they going to do to me? Attack me with their tiny leaves?" I asked, ready to spit Mist-venom at them.

Alright, now that was sick. The thing was a head taller than me, it's body composed of twitching ears of barley and made dry noises while moving, kind of like grass ruffled by wind. Looking vaguely humanoid with a face totally devoid of features, it came towards me, lifting a fist and whilst it was made 'only' out of barley, I still ducked under it out of reflex. Hissing, I retreated gliding on my fake snake legs to make my way around it. Mist-venom would only give the illusion of attacking the barley so I had to time my attack with precision. Scanning the perimeter with my yellow, slit eyes, I almost got smacked by a barley fist and managed to grab hold of it, starting to really feel the drain in my energy.

My breaths deepened as I was fighting about Morgan. Her magic was strong, stronger than anything I've ever seen before. I fell to my knees as beads of sweat fell from my forehead as I tried to over power her until I couldn't take it anymore. I caused the barley to explode wnd wrap around Morgan's morphed body. I fainted, out cold.

Suddenly the barley exploded, ears flying everywhere and wrapping themselves around me, suffocating me, paralyzing, casting me in a sarcophagus of thick blades. I kicked and punched around me but they just pressed themselves more around me, covering inch after inch. Spluttering, I spat Mist-venom at them, bit with my illusion fangs and claws, slithered back and forth....

Suddenly everything stopped and I fell to the ground, coughing. The ears of barley lay all around me, discarded, as if someone had just tossed them there. I was so drained my Mist disguise poofed away in a cloud of green fog, fading away into nothing and there I was again, scrawny demigod with messy hair in camo trousers, orange shirt, combat boots and stygian iron arm greaves. "Woah," I panted, then looked up and froze. Derek lay on the ground motionlessly, facing left. "Derek?" Hurrying over to him, I knelt at his side before dashing over to the refreshments table and getting some nectar, which I then poured into his mouth, tilting his head back slightly.

"Wow man, you gave me quite a scare," I said, offering him my hand to grab and stand up.

Unscrewing the bottle's lid again, I let some droplets fall into my half-open mouth and tasted the revitalizing aroma of lemon soda except it was more vivid, more present, more exquisite than anything you could buy in the mortal world. Energy rushed through my veins, down my arms and throat and legs, pumping vitality into my muscles. My panting stopped, the sweat which covered my face the only reminder that I had done something requiring effort a moment ago.

"Hey, we haven't destroyed anything," I replied, then bumped his shoulder. "Yet."

The ears of barley were scattered across the smooth floor and I went to pick up a broom, swiping them together with quick strokes into a couple of small heaps. Rule n°1 of the power training area was: clean up after your session, and since I didn't want to have to clean the stables for the rest of the week instead, I better help Derek tidy up the perimeter.
When we were done, I went to sit on a bench heavily, passing a hand through the strands that had escaped my ponytail, grinning at the son of Demeter.

"Let me know when you're up for another round. That here was really fun."

I sighsd and helped Morgan clean up my mess. Next time I'll make sure to do smaller ones first before doing a big one. After we finished, I sat down next to Morgan and let out a dramatic exhale. "I'll be ready in a bit, but first tell me what you're gonna work on this time." I rested my head on her shoulder, scanning my eyes over the room.

"Hey hey, let me breathe," I laughed, energy getting slowly back to my muscles. My body was covered in these tiny cuts, you know these annoying cuts made by grass and leaves and such? Those who're always kinda present and really irritating? Yeah I had tons of those, fortunately the ambrosia was erasing them. Derek's head was heavy on my shoulder and I put my arm around his shoulders, patting his head twice before just letting my hand drop and yawning.

I laughed along with her as explained that she needed more time. "One day I'm going to figure out how to use my powers over plants to heal someone.." I trailed off and looked up at Morgan with my brown eyes, smiliar to Demeter's. "You are one powerful witch, you know that?" I asked with a grin before sitting up completely. "I can't think of anyone who can manipulate the Mist like you can."

"Well, there's Lou Ellen. There's also Alabaster Torrington who led my siblings in the war against the Titans -- well, they were fighting against the gods, but y'know. From what I've been told he's the most powerful child of Hecate -- and he's also not allowed at camp. Had to swear on the Styx never to get in or something along those lines."

I patted his head again and grinned. "You're one powerful little sht too, you know that? This monster you just made? I'm not sure Miranda could do better."

I had forgotten about Lou Ellen and the Alabaster guy, oops. Both of them were powerful children of Magic, very disciplined in the craft. I set my head up straight and looked at Morgan smiling warmly. "Thanks...I wanted to be a cabin leader, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to do it..." I had a little secret that I didn't want to tell anyone, I had a goal. A goal to be the most powerful child of Demeter at camp, but I wasn't gonna tell anyone that. Well maybe Morgan or Justin. Looking back at the arena, I touched the top of my head. I needed a haircut, bad. Anywho, I stood up and looked at Morgan. "So, are you ready to go?" I asked her with a grin, placing both hands on my hips. "

"Naaaah, wait a second," I said, still feeling tired. "I don't wanna have a headache again."

Once on my quest, I had overused my powers so much it had felt like a cartload of sticky, swelling stones had been emptied into my skull, threatening to make it burst. Hint: it's not a pleasant sensation. At all.
I went to get a bottle of icy water from the refreshments', sprinkling some at Derek on my way back and sat back down on the bench, taking long gulps. Damn did that feel good.

I gave her a nod and crossed my arms with a smile on my face. That was until she sprinkled water at me. "Hey, that wasn't nice!" I exclaimed with a wide smile on my lips. I had half the mind to make the bench push her off, but I know i couldn't do that for several reasons. I sat back down beside her and smiled." So, Malefeicent, tell me about Lady Hecate. I'm sure this boat loads of fun."

"Whatcha complaining about it's only water. Could've been acid."

Giving him a mischievous smirk, I crossed my legs and splashed water at my face, then he asked me to talk about Hecate. "Um... I met her like four times. What do you wanna hear about her?"
Now I had to be careful what I said; Hecate was listening and I better watch my words.