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by Guest 6/13/2013, 7:19 pm
Aspen sat down quietly by the lake. It was shimmering, shining, and if you looked close enough you could see the water nymphs―the naiads― giggling and weaving baskets at the very bottom. She watched the bubbly teenage-looking sprites for a while. They seemed happy. Bright. Cheerful. That was something she wondered if she would ever be able to understand. Aspen was a girl who had grown up struggling with many things. It was hard, with the kind of life she had been given. And also considering her personality, it was quite difficult letting people in. She honestly didn't know why, but she had trust issues. Severe ones at that.
The naiads noticed her staring at them, and they laughed merrily and waved. In return, Aspen rose a hand in the air, and then dropped it. She directed her gaze elsewhere.
From where she was sitting (almost directly in the center of camp), she could see almost everything, everyone. There were people canoeing on the lake, playing volleyball or sparring. There were couples walking alone together, and clumps of Aphrodite girls in overly revealing bikinis.
She didn't belong anywhere. She was a loner. Always had been, always would be. She didn’t know how to “fit in” and suspected that that would never change.
Aspen liked to dress in dark clothing, and wear dark makeup every once in a while. She liked to hole up in her room and read books that people had called “evil” when she was in the mortal world. They were books of witchcraft, books of magic and spells and such. At least now people considered it to be normal for who she was. She was a daughter of Hecate. She had learned that those spells were real. That she could perform them easily. Well, some were easy, others were complicated. She remembered telling herself to stop lying to herself, to admit that this stuff was mere fiction. But through all that, she had always felt a connection to what she read.
Still people were wary towards her. Still they treated her like the odd one out. They all avoided her. Yet people were okay with the Hecate cabin. They seemed to respect them. Despite the fact that the other Hecate kids were mostly like her— well no, that wasn’t true. She isolated herself. She actually kept herself closed off. That was probably why, to tell the truth. The reason why she was alone. She didn’t have the courage to say hi. And she made such a reputation for herself in that way over the past two years that they just let her be alone.
Aspen shifted her head to look at the sea. This place, this camp, was supposed to be the home of misfits. For kids who didn’t belong anywhere else, to finally belong here. And yet…. She was still a misfit. And she felt that through everything, that fact would never change.
She didn’t like the mortals, never had, because they were mean and never could understand. In the past she had felt no lust for friends. Her books were her friends.
When she had arrived at camp half-blood two years ago, for the first time in her life, she wanted something more to herself than inanimate objects. She wanted friends.
The naiads noticed her staring at them, and they laughed merrily and waved. In return, Aspen rose a hand in the air, and then dropped it. She directed her gaze elsewhere.
From where she was sitting (almost directly in the center of camp), she could see almost everything, everyone. There were people canoeing on the lake, playing volleyball or sparring. There were couples walking alone together, and clumps of Aphrodite girls in overly revealing bikinis.
She didn't belong anywhere. She was a loner. Always had been, always would be. She didn’t know how to “fit in” and suspected that that would never change.
Aspen liked to dress in dark clothing, and wear dark makeup every once in a while. She liked to hole up in her room and read books that people had called “evil” when she was in the mortal world. They were books of witchcraft, books of magic and spells and such. At least now people considered it to be normal for who she was. She was a daughter of Hecate. She had learned that those spells were real. That she could perform them easily. Well, some were easy, others were complicated. She remembered telling herself to stop lying to herself, to admit that this stuff was mere fiction. But through all that, she had always felt a connection to what she read.
Still people were wary towards her. Still they treated her like the odd one out. They all avoided her. Yet people were okay with the Hecate cabin. They seemed to respect them. Despite the fact that the other Hecate kids were mostly like her— well no, that wasn’t true. She isolated herself. She actually kept herself closed off. That was probably why, to tell the truth. The reason why she was alone. She didn’t have the courage to say hi. And she made such a reputation for herself in that way over the past two years that they just let her be alone.
Aspen shifted her head to look at the sea. This place, this camp, was supposed to be the home of misfits. For kids who didn’t belong anywhere else, to finally belong here. And yet…. She was still a misfit. And she felt that through everything, that fact would never change.
She didn’t like the mortals, never had, because they were mean and never could understand. In the past she had felt no lust for friends. Her books were her friends.
When she had arrived at camp half-blood two years ago, for the first time in her life, she wanted something more to herself than inanimate objects. She wanted friends.
