<div align="center"><em>Abigale - Good and Evil</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>This was a less common question. Mostly because most didn't want to think about being the child of an 'evil' God. While Abigale did believe there was evil in the world, she also believed that all the Gods and Goddesses had caused much of it. No more or less than any mortal. Hell, most of the most evil people on Earth were demi-gods.<br/><br/>While she waited to see of a food fight was going to break out or not, she figured she could break it down a little for Chloe, "It's best not to think of the Gods as friendly or unfriendly. Truth is that they have all done good and bad things. As have their children. I'm sure you've heard of World War II. Almost everything that happens in the mortal world is because of something on the godly side. Every war in history has mirrored some kind of conflict in the godly world. The Big Three, which are Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, got into a fight...this caused their children to fight as well. The world took sides and a lot of people died. Hitler was a son of Hades. Look at everything he did to the world just because his father was in a fight. But that doesn't make Hades a bad guy...he's just...difficult," Abigale felt the ground was going to open up and swallow her to the Underworld, "All the Gods and Goddesses have done their fair share of<em>bad</em>things. As have we. My father stole from Apollo and got away with it, kinda."<br/><br/>"I think it would be best if you tried to focus on what good could come from who your parent might be rather than the bad things they or their past children have done. Without my father stealing from Apollo, the world would have never got poetry. And without Hera punishing Mr. D for being a child of Zeus, we wouldn't have wine. And if Hades abandoned his throne in the Underworld, what would all the souls do? They would be left alone to wander the underworld, no one would be reborn and heroes wouldn't get their rewards. Over all, it's sometimes best to think that the good they do out weighs the bad. You really should feel honored that you're a child of the Gods. It makes you special," despite how many of them there were here, "Even if you never get claimed, at least you're here now and you can learn to control your powers and defend yourself. Maybe you can even go to Mount Olympus one day. I've been there a few times," the pierced girl smiled a little, "And some think being unclaimed can be a good thing. It means you don't have to go on quests unless a God specifically asks for you. Not going on quests can expand your life span..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Father of Blacksmiths</em></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/9014/hephaestusimage.png) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/695/hephaestusimage.png/)</div><br/>Lifting his lumpy, hulking form from the oversize la-z-boy type chair covered in bronze and silver gear. The steel brace on his leg creaked and sparked as he moved towards the one source of cool water in his forge. A small, compared to his size, pool of sea water with a hammer coming out of the middle and more water pouring out of it. Poseidon had made one of these for all the Gods 'homes' as a quick way of contact. He had a feeling that Hermes was part of the reason for these to help keep down the amount of short messages the Gods needed to pass on. They were a surprisingly easy way to contact their children at camp too, or rather Chiron or Dionysus.<br/><br/>Pulling a small, golden drachma from his jumpsuit and tossed it into the pool. The water splashed up and created a small rainbow, "Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering," maybe it was that silly saying that was the reason most Gods didn't use this method of contact, "Chiron and Dionysus, Camp Half-Blood," the image of the rainbow was distorted to show the inside of the Big House at the camp. Chiron was in his wheelchair, something Hephaestus had created, and Dionysus was sucking down another diet coke (years of sobriety had not been kind to the God of Wine). He coughed and cleared his throat to get their attention.<br/><br/>Chiron was the first to respond, "Oh, Lord Hephaestus! What a surprise," the centaur wheeled himself closer and Dionysus just waved a hand as he went back to his drink and playing some card game with himself, "What can I help you with?"<br/><br/>"I wish to speak with my Daughter Vanessa and my son Vincent," his voice was deep, almost sounding like rocks grinding together.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes. Vanessa and Vincent. I believe they are still at the pavilion eating dinner...I can go get them if you would like, but as a God and, more specifically, God of Fire, you do have right and ability to use the center brazier to appear through. You can speak to them directly that way if they are still there..."<br/><br/>The God nodded. He had thought about that and would prefer it to using these rainbows, but he had also thought about not wanting to scare the living daylights out of new campers or upsetting those that would find his appearance unsightly, "Yes...I could. I just thought that might be a little rough for the new children..." but that did seem like the best way. He hated paying for these messages every five minutes, "I suppose it would be best for me to...invite...them in person," or at least in vision.<br/><br/>Before Chiron could think about the crying younger children when they saw someone like Hephaestus, the God of Forges was gone. He was already heading out of the door when he heard a few screams from the pavilion. Hepheastus had knocked over the brazier and the hot coals and fire were enough to use. The flames shot at least ten feet in the air, sending any camper near it running. The great, hulking God was standing in the middle of the pavilion. He was an imposing sight, even if it wasn't his physical body standing there, "Vanessa Concepcion, where are you?" he called out.<br/><br/>Abigale was bombarded with young, new campers crying as they tried to cling to her for safety. The children of Ares had drawn spears and swords. Apollo's kids had their arrows held like daggers. And anyone under the age of 13 was either hiding under a table or clinging to their cabin leader like what was happening Abigale.