βεηȷαmιη Яσɡεяς
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➪Fighting back doesn't make you strong,
Choosing to walking away does that...
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Walking up to the new looking cabin, the sign of Euros appeared above the demigod's head and snickered (( I shall never say 'chuckled'! )). There was really no point of it, since he had just talked to the god, but figured it was just a standard procedure for the immortals. As the door opened with a creak, a somewhat cold breeze rushed out the cabin and brushed against Ben's face. It was refreshing from staying in the hot summer breeze that his uncle loved so much. Putting his very few stuff that he had brought to camp next next to his bunk, he looked at the deserted, but clean, cabin. It looked and felt like it was harvest season. He had to admit that the 'laxed god had great taste in decorating. What to do next, though? Go and try to make friends in this weird, but interesting camp? It wasn't in Ben's DNA to talk with other people. Benjamin took off the necklace that his mother had given him and rested it in his luggage, hoping nobody would mess with it while he went out to the lake. He had heard so many people say how gorgeous it was but also heard how much the naiads loved to mess with campers. How could such beautiful nature spirits be so cruel? Was it do to all the satyrs trying to kiss them? After taking off his shoes, thinking them as prisons for feet, he walked out of the best cabin there could possible be and headed towards the beautiful, glistening small body of water.
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➪And if you got a problem with that,
You can blame life for the truth.
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◣ OOC: None. ◥
