Hunting

I smile. "Well you should be thankful you can even see the sky." I say softly. "I can't see it anymore. I think that I am going blind." I say softly.

I smirk a little. "You have no idea how lucky you would be if you did. What I would give to not have seen some of the things I have. I wish I could be like Helen Keller. I wouldn't have to hear the screams or cries, or see blood splattered across the floors of my home. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. But... let's just say that some things in this world are best hidden in a closet and gagged." I turn my face to the other side and wipe a single tear off my cheek, before turning back to face the now-darkening sky.

I slowly sit up with a sad expression on my face. "I know exactly how you feel. When I was born, my birthfather abandoned me. Then, a man named Mana Walker raised me as if I were his own son. When I was seven years old, I was forced to watch him be brutally murdered right in front of me." I say sadly. A single tear traced down my cheek.

"At least you had some closure." I say turning around again as more tears spill. "I'm not even sure if my father's alive. I freeze at the sight of hellhounds, and I can't seem to figure out why. I...I forgot the entire thing. I used to live in one of the two-story brick apartments with my dad. Downstairs was a bouquet and flower shop that I helped him run. It wouldn't be right to say that he was my favorite person in the world, since he was my world." I take a breath. " And all I can remember is my birthday cake on the ground in pieces, bloodstains covering the shop window, and the loud slam of the back door."

I frown sadly. I reach over and softly wipe her tears. "Listen Anastasia. I need you to tell me something. Do you want to find out if your dad is alive or not?" I ask softly.

I narrow my eyes. "Yes. But I don't want to do it now. If he is dead, I don't think I'd be ready for it. I'd have to get some weapons first, some armor, some decent food and supplies." I say, not really to him, but more to myself. also have to convince some people to come with me..." I say, now completely forgetting that he's there.

I nod. "Well I'd be happy to come with you, but to be honest I can find out right here." I say. I stand up and pull out a knife. I use it to make a slice on my arm. I close my eyes and start chanting quietly. "Ánodos gia mía akómi̱ forá , ó̱ste oi nekroí boreí na milí̱sei . Ánodos Mana Walker ." As I say it, the ghostly figure of my adoptive father seeps out of the ground. I turn back to Anastasia. "See? Son of Melinoe here."

I jump at the sound of his voice, finally remembering he was there. I stare at the image for a minute. "You would really go with me?" I ask, anxiously. I've been waiting to set out for a long time. I stand up and brush myself off. "Well, I suggest we start gathering some weapons and food sources. I was planning on leaving tonight."

I smile. "Yep. I would definitely go with you. Leave the supplies to me." I say with a mischievous look in my eyes. "Let's meet at Half-Blood Hill tonight. I'll meet you there with supplies, weapons, and money." I say. I pick up my sword and put it on my back.

I look at him one more time. I'm finally going to find my father. I slip my trench spike back onto my arm as it turns into a bracelet, and leave.

OOC: Wanna skip to tonight?

OOC Sure

BIC I walk away to get supplies.