<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Danica "Dani" Cuevas</span></span><br/>(http://i35.tinypic.com/10i5fmp.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There where times in your life that seriously had you wonder why the hell you where ever born.  Dani had a lot of these moments.  Admittedly most of the time these times where prompted by her own stupidity, or when she decided to run off on fool hardy and often times dangerous jaunts alone or with her brother Aaron.  But than there was those times, the ones where she couldn't control, the ones that seriously made her want to just lay back and let it all wash over her.  This just happened to be one of those times.  Only a few days ago, she had been normal, or rather, as normal as a dyslexic orphan with Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, or ADHD as her teachers had called it, could be.<br/><br/>She and Aaron had just been placed into a new foster home, this one willing to take them both in together, for a change, and not six months later, they had been attacked by something large, something large and ugly and very very willing to Stomp, kill, and eat them, and not in that particular order.  The only reason they had managed to escape was that David, their foster father, had killed it, which was a feat that boggled Dani's mind completely.  After that, he had sat them down and told them, everything.<br/><br/>He'd told them about how their father was a god, and not just any god, but the god of the sun and of the art's.  He was supposed to be some old dusty Greek god in their history books, and than to suddenly learn that not only was he real, but that he had knocked their mother up and than promptly left her, that particular thought hadn't settled well in Dani's stomach.  David tried to sugar coat it, telling them about how their parent's "relationship" had been passionate, and how they had liked each other while they where together.  But that had just made her feel more uncomfortable.  She wanted to hate him, after all, he had just left them alone, even after their mother had died, and they'd been shipped off to foster home after foster home.  She wanted to hate him, and some part of her did, but for the most part she didn't feel anything towards him.  With their mother, she had been their world, and than after, Dani had focused on Aaron, even when they had been away from each other.  He was all that she had really, and all that she had needed.  A dead beat father who couldn't even manage to acknowledge them didn't count much in her mind.<br/><br/>So even after all that, David had insisted on them going to camp of all places.  Finally being 18, Dani had balked.  But in the end she had relented, if only because she didn't want Aaron to not go because she didn't want to.  The trip to the demi-god camp site had taken a good while, and in the end she was not only tired, but rather uncomfortable.  There was just so many people, and all of them came from gods.  It was mind boggling was what it was.  Lost in thought, she had barely caught the tail end of a girl calling for all "unclaimed" to follow her.  Shrugging, and hoisting her bag over her shoulder she nudged Aaron with her shoulder and motioned for him to follow.<br/><br/>The cabin they entered wasn't really all that impressive, but they had stayed in worse over the years, so complaining wasn't on her list of things to do.  Looking around, she threw her stuff down on one of the beds and proceeded to take marker to paper in order to "claim" the space.  Someone who had been in as many homes as she had, knew the value of staking your space.  Before she could make her way out doors to wash up for dinner, the door to the cabin swung open and a disheveled and rather shady boy came stumbling in, making a bee line to the prissy looking red head in the room.  Rolling her eyes, she prayed for patience and turned her attention back to the task at hand.  It didn't take her long, and when she was done she turned to look for her brother.  She had told him which direction to go in, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had just managed to amble off somewhere else.