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May these memories break our fall.

Long Live- Taylor Swift

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It was a snowy winter morning at Camp Half-Blood. Tired voices begin to break the silence as campers rise, rubbing the sleep out of their blood-shot eyes, preparing to repeat their daily cycle once more. Little did they know that a bed was already emptied, properties backed and moved to another place along with their owner.

On each of the cabin doorstep laid an ghost white envelope. If it wasn’t for the black words scribbled on the front it would have blended in with the snow with no problem at all. But it sits in the freezing cold, waiting to be opened. Inside laid a letter, messy words scribbled along both sides by strained hands, blobs of ink, stained by the tears that had unfortunately fallen, the first two words written larger than the rest.

  Dear Friends,

  You must be confused right now, reading this piece of paper so early in the day. Trust me, I know it’s torture to make a demigod read long paragraphs during mornings, but if you don’t mind, it’ll make me really happy if you’d take it inside and read it to the rest of your siblings as well, since it might take a while till you hear from me again, and I just want to thank everyone properly, even the people I haven’t come to met yet.

  I also want to apologize. For making you confused, and for leaving without notice. I don’t understand why, I mean, it’s not hard to go and tell someone “Hey, I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Take care of yourself, okay?”. But I chose not to. Maybe for a reason, a reason that I still yet to discover. I’m confused. I’ve always been confused; on my actions, my words, my decisions... my entire life is nothing but a giant ball of absolute chaos. And I love it. Maybe it’s because I love it so much here, that I could not bare to say goodbye, at least, not again. There’s been too many times where I had to bid farewell, and honestly, I don’t think I could take another. I’ve seen time after time the sad and broken faces of the campers, and a part of me just shatters once more. Over and over and over and over again. Maybe I’m just selfish. Even when I know clearly well that disappearing without a word would worry and disappoint, I chose to vanish. I don’t understand how, or why, but something just tells me that this would be for the best.

  Chiron always taught us to trust our gut instincts, right?

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not running away, or going on a quest, or a break, or to save anyone in particular. I’m leaving. Just leaving, and not coming back. Why? I’m not so sure myself. The best reason I could find is that, while I’m spending my days with a gigantic family here in New York, there is another that is in need of me in Texas.

  Or maybe it’s much more than that. All those times that I was forced to leave camp, along with those close calls and nearly not being able to return, it might be a sign, you know? What if I don’t belong here at all? What if it’s been holding me back? Adventures await for me, yet I’m too scared, too afraid of danger and too used to the safe environment to discover, and to live.

  Everything comes to an end. I think my time is up here.

  It’s been two years since I’ve first stepped foot inside Camp Half-Blood, and within these two years, I’ve experienced an entirely different life. I’ve lived, I’ve died, I’ve came back to life..  I’ve been on adventures, killed monsters, saved lives, gone to war. I’ve broken, I’ve healed, I’ve gained, I’ve lost. Through all the laughter, I’ve also been hurt. I’ve met family, blood related or not, that meant the world to me, friendships that not even death could break apart. Sisters that let you cry on their shoulders, and brothers that would protect you with their lives. I’ve met a best friend that made me laugh till my stomach turned and cried till my eyes hurt. I’ve met my father, which I love more than my own life. I’ve met people that turned my life upside down and downside up. I’ve felt and experienced so much more in these past two years than I ever could in a lifetime if I haven’t met you wonderful people. 

  Words cannot express how thankful I am to each and every one of you for these memories. Thank you so much for welcoming me with open arms, time after time. Thank you for being by my side as I went through this crazy journey. Thank you all for changing me, and for helping me understand.

  This is going to be the first birthday where I will spend alone, out to start another adventure. I’m not afraid, because even though monsters will continue to attempt to devour my head or chew on my arm, I know that everything will work out at the end. You guys taught me that. I am not afraid anymore.

  I wish all the best for every single one of you (yes, even you), and I hope the gods will treat you well. 

  To my best friends who had been with me through thick and thin: I love you. To the moon and back.

  I will certainly miss you all, but hopefully we will all meet again soon.

  Long live Camp Half-Blood.

  Love, kisses, and everything that is cheesy,

Alena Rose, daughter of Apollo

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I CAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO WHENEVER I WANT.

But I don't want to forget. I can't even if I wanted too. Too much has happened and even though some memories make me sad it taught me a lot. I think I'll just be off experiencing more different things, but, y'know, Camp would always be my home just like you'll always be my BFF. Big Fat Friend. Heh.

CAKE IS THE ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING?

Well…um, remember when I’ve “gone away” before? Like for Christmas and for quests and stuff but I’d always come back? It’s not the same as that. Like, I’m leaving. A-and I don’t think I’ll be back like I always do like before and I don’t know what to do because I do have to leave but I’m sad about it but I have to and, and, and, oh gods, Nico.

IT IS?

Why do you have to? Did something happen? Can I help? Am I asking waaay too many questions?

MAYBE. SOMEONE MAY NEED TO RESEARCH THAT.

No you’re not. And I don’t know. No one’s forcing me to leave. I mean even though my grandparents had always encouraged me to go back cause Camp’s way too dangerous. But it’s like…You know that feeling you get when you know you have to move on from everything and start over? I feel like I’m going nowhere here. I feel like I’ve done my part and maybe it’s time for me to move on, even though I might be killed by monsters outside of camp.

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THAT WOULD NOT BE NICE. DON'T EAT POUNDS OF CAKE.

I guess you could put it that way. I've contributed to Camp and now it's time to go "contribute to the world" or some shit like that. I just thought I should tell you because you're the first friend I had and it's only logical for you to end my journey with speaking to you as well. Saying that I would forget about you is offensive, you know that? It's plain offensive just thinking that I would forget you like that. I'm not going to forget you anD STOP SCREAMING GODS I'M GONNA SOB.

CAKE IS THE ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING?

Well…um, remember when I’ve “gone away” before? Like for Christmas and for quests and stuff but I’d always come back? It’s not the same as that. Like, I’m leaving. A-and I don’t think I’ll be back like I always do like before and I don’t know what to do because I do have to leave but I’m sad about it but I have to and, and, and, oh gods, Nico.

IT IS?

Why do you have to? Did something happen? Can I help? Am I asking waaay too many questions?

MAYBE. SOMEONE MAY NEED TO RESEARCH THAT.

No you’re not. And I don’t know. No one’s forcing me to leave. I mean even though my grandparents had always encouraged me to go back cause Camp’s way too dangerous. But it’s like…You know that feeling you get when you know you have to move on from everything and start over? I feel like I’m going nowhere here. I feel like I’ve done my part and maybe it’s time for me to move on, even though I might be killed by monsters outside of camp.

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Meh, a small con in a pro. Hi to you too, big sister! It's weird how we haven't spoke to each other in such a long time. I've been well, I guess. Just a bit dull in camp and all. How are you?

In the name of honest

Great idea! Or maybe not, because that old pizza cardboard box might get smelly after a moment. Hello, little baby sister, I meant to IM you, what a coincidence! How are you doing?

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Maybe you could collect all your junk and apply glue onto it and stick it on the wall or something. Boom giant collage.

In the name of honest

I swear I was supposed to tidy up and all that bothersome stuff. I will do it, I promise! But those sheet of paper are so shiny and beautiful, and my scissors are right there, and isn’t scrapbooking so fun?

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MAYBE. SOMEONE MAY NEED TO RESEARCH THAT.

No you're not. And I don't know. No one's forcing me to leave. I mean even though my grandparents had always encouraged me to go back cause Camp's way too dangerous. But it's like...You know that feeling you get when you know you have to move on from everything and start over? I feel like I'm going nowhere here. I feel like I've done my part and maybe it's time for me to move on, even though I might be killed by monsters outside of camp.

I’M A PIECE OF BACON AND I DO NOT SING DUBSTEP. BOTH QUESTIONS ANSWERED. YOU’RE WELCOME.

-whispers back- I’m actually Britney Spears, but sshh.

Oh uhm okay. Go ahead.

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CAKE IS THE ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING?

Well...um, remember when I've "gone away" before? Like for Christmas and for quests and stuff but I'd always come back? It's not the same as that. Like, I'm leaving. A-and I don't think I'll be back like I always do like before and I don't know what to do because I do have to leave but I'm sad about it but I have to and, and, and, oh gods, Nico.

I’M A PIECE OF BACON AND I DO NOT SING DUBSTEP. BOTH QUESTIONS ANSWERED. YOU’RE WELCOME.

-whispers back- I’m actually Britney Spears, but sshh.

Oh uhm okay. Go ahead.

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THE CAKE IS A LIE.

I only talk fast when I'm nervous, dear Nico. And I am nervous. I may have said burrito by accident due to my constant never-ending hunger because teenage hormones. And, no. Unfortunately, no.

I’M A PIECE OF BACON AND I DO NOT SING DUBSTEP. BOTH QUESTIONS ANSWERED. YOU’RE WELCOME.

-whispers back- I’m actually Britney Spears, but sshh.

Oh uhm okay. Go ahead.

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GOODNESS. MY LIFE HAS BEEN AN ABSOLUTE LIE.

And I'm Robert De Niro. De Faro. De Whereeveryouare-o.

So. -takes a deep breath- I maaaay or may not be leavingfortexasnextweek and I maaaay or may not be comingbacktocamphalfbloodeveragainatleastnotasacamper and everyone else maaaay or may not knowaboutthisyetbutIfeltlikeyoushouldknow.

I’M A PIECE OF BACON AND I DO NOT SING DUBSTEP. BOTH QUESTIONS ANSWERED. YOU’RE WELCOME. 

-whispers back- I’m actually Britney Spears, but sshh.

Oh uhm okay. Go ahead. 

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IMAGINE BACON SINGING DUBSTEP. DO YOU EVEN SING DUBSTEP? MYSTERIES OF LIFE.

-whisper back- I just met you.

And I know we haven't talked in MONTHS which scares me. But I feel like I need to tell you something.

WAWAWAWAWAWA

A RETARDED DUBSTEP SONG ABOUT A FIRE ALARM GOING OFF BECAUSE WE OVERCOOKED THE BACON

Didn’t make sense, that one.

-whispers- hey. 

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...WAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWAWA.

THIS IS LIKE A VERY RETARDED DUBSTEP SONG.

……………..

Wow the noise here is over-whelming. EVERYONE, TONE DOWN A BIT WILL YA?

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I CAN'T HEAR YOU THROUGH ALL THIS RUCKUS.

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Wow the noise here is over-whelming. EVERYONE, TONE DOWN A BIT WILL YA?

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Wow the noise here is over-whelming. EVERYONE, TONE DOWN A BIT WILL YA?

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I've been playing a lot of Slender lately...

I think I should stop.

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-knits eyebrows together, blinking hard for a few times, then reaches hand out once more- .......Oh. Well, that was slightly disappointing. Where are you, anyways? I haven't seen you in ages!

.................... Morri?

…………….. ALENA?!

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........ Are you not. -reaches out and touches your shoulder-

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE NOT A RAINBOW.

.................... Morri?

…………….. ALENA?!