She nodded and followed after him down to her room. "This is my room." She said, shivering a little from being cold. "Thanks for everything today. That was very heroic of you.." She said, giving a small smile before walking into her room and shutting her door. Once inside she got into dry clothes and got into her bed. She blew out the candle in her room and closed her eyes and went to sleep.

(K, once Ambrose is asleep we can all post for the next day! :D ))

Wicked walked back to her room as she fell into her bed and drifted off to sleep. She didn't bother to even get in her bed correctly just happy for the day to be over with. She was happy to be in the darkness and enjoying being there for once.

The blonde turned around when she said that they were at her room. "I'm down the hall a bit," he muttered mostly to himself. Turning around he smiled at her and blushed slightly. "It's okay no big deal. I figured you would do the same for me... Good night,' he said softly. Ambrose watched as Megara slipped into her room then he continued down the hall. At the door to his room he went inside and set his clothes down. Extinguishing his candles he sighed then slipped his sandals off. Climbing into bed he squeezed his eyes closed and softly fell asleep.

((Next day <3 ))

Megara awoke to the breakfast bell going off at seven in the morning. She groaned slightly and slipped out of bed and towards her closet. Since she knew she had to train after breakfast she put on a short black dress that had no sleeves and cut off right before her neck. The dress went to her knees and then she was wearing black shorts under it. She ran her hand threw her hair and then made her way to the dining hall with a tired look on her face. She was never one for mornings.. especially being awake that early. She yawned a little and thanked the cook silently with a nod as her food was put down in front of her. She wondered where Zahhy was since she felt like having a friend to talk to and was actually fairly bored. Now that her sparring partner went home she wouldn't have many ways to train for combat.

She brushed her bangs out of her face and thought of Jerik, Ambrose and Zahhy. Surely one of them would be up for a little sparring. Unless of course they didn't like her that much. Megara looked over towards a painting on the wall of a beautiful girl that seemed to have the beauty of a Greek Goddess. This made her a bit jealous since she wished she was at least half as pretty as the girl. Then again.. Megara was jealous of everything anyways so she just shook her head slightly.

Drayk slipped out of bed with a yawn and put on a long black shirt and shorts and slipped on his sandals. He wasn't in to the usual greek male wear because it kind of irked him because it looked like a short dress. He ran a hand threw his hair and went down to his dining room where his fathers servants had prepared him and all the other villains a breakfast feast. Many of his fathers servants were girls because when Hades went to take the girls lovers they would always say to take them in place of their husband or male courter. Which reminded him a small story of something he could use against one of the heroes.

At the sound of the morning bell Ambrose stretched in his bed then sat up. Fluffing his hair he stepped from his bed and went over to his closet. He pulled on a pair of gray shorts and went over and slipped on his gray leather sandals. His nose wrinkled at the sight of his chitons. The blonde preferred to call them tunics because he hated them. He knew if he did not wear one though, he would be in trouble. Pulling on a white one with one sleeve he then grabbed his bow and left his room. Amb thought it would be good to get some practice with his bow today.
Walking into the eating hall he got a tray of food smiled at the cook then looked for a seat. He saw Megara sitting alone and decided he could approach her. Walking over to her he stood beside her table and cleared his throat. "Morning, mind if I sit with you?" he asked softly.
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Softly Acacia's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up she slipped out of her bed and walked over to her mirror. Wiping the previous days make up from her eyes she redid the lining in charcoal and dusted them with a pink colored shadow. The blonde then went to her closet and pulled out a coral chiton that fell to about an inch above her knee with a white waist sash. Then she picked up her white leather sandals and slipped them on her feet. Looking at the golden marks on her body she wished as a child they would disappear. Apollo had told her they meant she was destined to be great... too bad she was on the opposite he would have thought her to be on. She placed a pink orchid behind her one ear then left her room. Acacia caught sight of Drayk in the dining hall and she smiled. "Morning Drayk, sleep well?" she asked softly as she approached him.

Megara looked up at the boy who had been appearing everywhere lately and nodded. "Sure, you may sit here." She said softly, noticing how he had cleared his throat she grinned. "You don't have to ask to sit by me. I'm nothing special." She said, taking a bite of her food and then her eyes lit up as she turned towards him. "Would you spar with me today?" She asked, pouting slightly as if to plead. "It helps me train if i'm going against someone." She said, taking a sip of her water and looking at him for an answer. "Oh, and morning." She smirked.

Drayk nodded. "Decently.. and you?" He asked, taking a few bites of his food and swallowing after chewing. He couldn't help but smile at Acacia since she was pretty but at the moment every girl here was pretty so it wasn't like he had his heart set on anyone yet. Even if he had a heart.. "You look pretty today." He complimented, since for some reason girls with flowers in their hair always seemed to enhance their beauty.

The blonde nodded and took the seat across from her. [b]"Thanks,"[b/] he answered quietly. Lifting his fork he took a bite of his food and his amber eyes looked up in surprise. "Uhm sorry. I thought maybe you were waiting for someone," he replied. Ambrose looked back down towards his plate to take another bite. At her question he looked up and tilted his head. When Megara made the pouted face he couldn't help, but chuckle. "Sure I can spar with you. Just don't beat me up too bad," he answered laughing lightly. Ambrose took a sip of his water then a few more bites of food.
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Acacia took the seat beside Drayk and nodded. "Rather well, thank you for asking," she said with a smile. The blonde was surprised when suddenly her plate was filled with breakfast food. She thanked each servant. Even though she was the daughter of a Apollo she had never really been waited on like this before. At the compliment from Drayk she felt a soft pink glow appear on her cheeks. "Thank you, you don't look half bad yourself," she answered with a small giggle. Of course she found Drayk attractive. It was hard not to. She of course wouldn't say that she had any feelings for him. They had honestly just met, though he seemed very sweet. Lifting her fork she took a bite of some fruit that had been placed on her plate. "Are there any plans for today?" she questioned.

Wicked woke and found herself in the dark as he hung her head and closed her eyes. She open her eyes as she stared at the candles about her desk. A flame burst from the wicks of the candles as she shifted her eyes and rose. She stretched and walked to her dresser as she gazed into her mirror as she gathered her clothing and went to her bathing room. She took her bath and changed then fixed her hair as she changed into her black pants and T-shirt before leaving and heading down stares. She wore her sunglasses as she walked down the long dark hall lighting the torches as she went. She took her set at the end of the table as she began to eat the food she had got before sitting down.

Drayk shook his head. "I'm not sure if theres any plans today. Though I do have more information about one of the heroes. I remember her being around not so long ago.. but she lied and said her name was Athanasia." He muttered softly. He looked towards Wicked. "Do you remember her? I thought she spoke to you a few times.. remember, she worked for Hades because she gave her soul to him instead of him taking her boyfriend or something?" He asked, puzzled a little. He knew the story but he had no clue if Wicked remembered her. "She was about... fifteen but ran from Hadess grasp?" He smirked a little to himself. He looked towards Wicked and couldn't help but stare for a few moments because of how beautiful she looked today.

Megara smiled. "I promise not to beat you up to much. But you might want to wear some protection.." She said, remembering how she had hit Blur in the groin to win. She took a few more bites of her breakfast and swallowed. "So Ambrose, where do you come from?" She asked softly, looking over at him with her teal eyes.

Zahhy awoke with a roaring headache. She sat straight up from her spot in the grass and glanced around. She wasn't behind the rose bush anymore, but rather slightly off the main path in front of the statue of Iris. She remembered her dream, or what she thought might have been a dream and smiled. Her favorite goddess had visited her in her sleep, but the way she was feeling told her that today would not be a good day for her.

She exited the garden, hopping slowly from pillar to pillar until she reached the ground again. She walked slowly to the dining hall for breakfast, attracting curious stares from people on the training fields eying her grass-stained dress and disheveled appearance. As she walked, she picked sprigs of grass and twigs from the rose bush out of her hair. She was sure she had dark circles under her eyes, but she was too tired and hungry to bother finding a mirror to check.

"Good morning everyone." She yawned into the nearly empty dining hall as she gathered the foods she was hungry for and found a seat at the table with Megara and begining to eat, without even bothering to say hello or inquire about the boy she'd never met before sitting with her.

Wicked kept her clam never missing a beat as she continued to eat her food. He would pay for letting the word father escape his mouth. She and he where nothing alike and he was not her brother. Hades made him from lost souls he didn't mate with another women to have him. She felt her apatite die as she heard him. She arched a brow as she saw him staring at her as she gave him a smile. She moved from the table walking to where he was and gave him a rather warm hung as she smiled for the first time in days. She then grind as she turned and left him there taking her scraps with her as she called out for Cleb. "Cleb here boy!" She said as she vanished down the dark tunnels. Once she got to the gate where the monster of a beast was she laughed as she put the scraps down and quickly moved back as the heads went at it fighting for witch one would get it. She turned quickly not wanting to see any of the souls today and think of the horror her father would cause with them. She walked back to where Dryk was and smiled at him as she passed by him taking her set again.

At the comment of wanting to wear something protective he felt slightly nervous. "A-alright," he answered softly. He picked at his found again feeling slightly nervous. Ambrose's amber eyes met with her teal ones at her question. "I grew up in Delphi, how about you?" he replied. When the other girl came up he felt rather jumpy. She didn't even say a word. How was he supposed to react? "Hello, I'm Ambrose," he said softly. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly jumped. Looking up he saw the man who was supposed to help him with archery this morning. The man laughed then nodded at him and motioned for him to follow. He picked up his treat to toss his remainders out and sighed. "Sorry Megara, I'll have to spar later. I have to go practice archery with Deimos. But later I promise I will. See you guys later,"he said softly. Standing up he threw his things out then went up to the man and followed him outside to the archery range.
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The blonde watched him as he shook his head and she smiled. Once Wicked entered the room she looked towards her. "Good Morning, Lady Wicked," she said pleasantly. Her amber orbs then turned their attention back to Drayk as he spoke. Quietly she continued eating as he spoke though Wicked held no answer for him. Acacia noticed the way Drayk looked at Wicked. A small smirk formed on her face. It made no difference to her if he preferred Wicked over her. The daughter of Apollo felt she could have anyone she wanted if she couldn't have him it was no difference to her. Softly she ran a hand threw her hair and finished off her fruit. Standing up she then placed her hand softly on Drayk's and smiled an enchanting smile. "Thank you for all of this. I hate to run, but I feel I need fresh air. I will be back shortly. Just whistle and I'll come back if something urgent comes up," she said her voice soft as velvet. Her amber eyes looked to him then she slipped her hand from his and waved to Wicked. Walking from the dining area she walked her way outside. As she walked she quietly sang to herself.

{sorry I have to go. we're celebrating my friends half birthday since we can't celebrate her birthday. I'll be back around midnight or so}

Drayk shivered a little at Acacia's touch and felt a light blush on his cheeks. She surely sent his heart racing at times. He turned and watched her go. "Okay.. i'll call for you later if the villains plan on doing anything." He had hugged Wicked back when she hugged him and looked at her across from the table. "So should we fight against the heroes in training today or leave them alone for awhile?" He asked softly. Since Drayk was usually oblivious to girls liking him he had no clue if either of them cared for him more than a friend or not.

Megara nodded. "That's fine.. I'll see you later." She said, then looked at Zahhy. "Hello. How'd you sleep?" she asked with a small smile. She continued to eat her food as she looked at Zahhy for a reply.

"It is up to you. I think it would be fun to get to know a few of the hero's besides father might like to have a talk with that girl....Cleb might as well. If you like her you should let her know. Just because my father made you doesn't mean you cant have feelings for some one you are made of souls after all." She said as she put on her normal emotionless front that her father had taught her so well. She wouldn't tell him that the only reason her father had thought about making Dryk in the first place was to bring back the soul of her best friend that she had fell in love with making him look like the boy. It did pain her to see him so easily swoon by other girls but he was a free spirit and not hers to own. She moved from her set as she walked to where he was and let her fingers run up his arm then wrapped her arms around his shoulder as she spoke right into his ear so only he could hear." Don't be so Shy Dryk I know you better than most will." She said as she kisses his neck leaving a burning mark on his neck where her lips had been as she turned and headed to the surface.

Jenesis had taken a bath well before the morning had come and was deep in the tunnel that lead to the surface practicing his swordsmanship. He twirled his blades around effortlessly and in elaborate motions that accented his aggressive fighting style. His footwork was crisp and he rarely made many mistakes but he knew that he was far from perfect. The young necromancer was lost in thought as he practiced, still troubled by his father figure dilemma. He knew his father was one of two Gods but why was it that neither of them wanted to claim him. The thought had burned his heart black leaving little space for sympathetic emotion. Jen knew that love had no place in his heart but even he lusted for the company of a woman on occasion. Using the walls of the tunnel as a shield against his wrath, the blue eyed male clashed his blades against them in a fit of rage. As the sparks flew from meeting of metal and rock Jenesis envisioned the sight of burning bodies. The screams of the many would be hero's that he had slain. The cries of the parents as they watched the deaths of their children before they joined them. Death was not an unfamiliar subject to the necromancer, it was a thing of beauty in his eyes.

Nikolas woke earlier than most others, taking a trip through the tunnels and up into the fresh air. He had walked over to the lake, taking a bath in the brisk water, his sun-kissed skin illuminating in the early morning sunlight. He watched and swam with the few smiling, colorful fish. His green eyes shone bright, his body rejuvenated, muscles relaxed and ready for a long day. However, his stomach rumbled slightly. Knowing that there would likely be a full meal waiting for him in the morbidly warm climate of the tunnels and underground mansion, he began to walk back to where the entrance was. That was when he saw them, the mortals who wanted to become heros. They were gathering for the morning food and training.

Ambling over to them, he smiled. "Hello and good morning everyone." His teeth were bright as he smiled, but he did not show any threat to them. Sure, he was supposed to work closely with the others, but he was mostly positive no one had seen him yesterday. After all, he had not attended the fight, nor was anywhere near them. Nik's new plan was going to be a struggle for him, but he figured he could easily pull it off. Now, all he needed was to get on their good sides.

His long, dark hair was wet, dripping down his bare back and onto his nearly dry shorts, his leather sandals wet and sandy from his feet. He stood decently tall, but not to tall. He extended a soft, but strong hand to each, hoping to make acquaintances. "I'm Nikolas." He flashed a gentle smile at them.

Zahhy groaned when she heard Megara's question. "I fell asleep in the garden. Apparently roses make me tired, a weakness I'd never known about, mostly because I'd never smelled a rose before. On a positive note, I had a vision of the goddess Iris in my dream... then I woke up with a roaring headache in front of the statue honoring her...." She sighed, "What a morning." She continued eating her food in silence, yawning between bites.

Megara had been listening to Zahhy's story of how she slept when she heard someone say hello. She turned her attention towards the man she had never seen before and gave a small head nod. "Erm.. hello?" She said, slightly confused. She worried that this was someone she shouldn't trust.. But she still shook his hand. "Are you a trainee or are you here to help the heroes in training?" She questioned, raising an eye brow at the boy. "Oh.. how rude of me, I'm Megara by the way." She said softly, then looked back at Zahhy. "That bad huh?" She smirked. "I slept decently well.. but what was it like to see a goddess in your dream?" She asked.


Drayk watched Wicked leave and sighed slightly to himself. He had no clue where half the villains were so hopefully one of them was talking with the heroes in training so that they could get information on a few of them. He gritted his teeth and got up from the table before walking into the area where the fates eye was. "Show me a hero in training." He muttered, watching as most of the heroes where eating breakfast.. but then Nik was with them. "What the?"

The blonde was very happy with his accuracy practice that morning. He had only missed one moving target. He did feel bad missing it being that it was attached to a dog. After the practice arrow struck the dog he hurriedly ran up and apologized. It seemed it was accepted because the dog kissed his face. He grinned and kissed the dog on the head. After his practice was over he figured he should go check on Anthy. Ambrose thanked his instructor then went over to the barn where the dog followed him to. He chuckled at the dog and petted him again. Going over to the stall he saw his house and grinned. She was looking rather well today. He gently pet her as she rejoiced. Softly he spoke to her as he told her a story of his father.
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As she walked along Acacia lightly sang to herself. She grinned at the wildlife around feeling so healthy above the cave. The blonde walked to a tree and took a seat. She looked down over the hero camp seeing her brother shooting arrows. Just like her father of course. The blonde wrinkled her nose then noticed she had gained a friend. She grinned at the rabbit and held out her hand to it. It was common for animals to trust her. She assumed it was due to her relation to Artemis though she didn't have power over them or anything. Reaching out she smiled at the creature as it jumped towards her. Lightly she patted him on the head. Her eyes went back to the hero camp as she softly began singing again.

The girl blinked a few times and then shook her head, "Sorry, I spaced out again. It was amazing to see her in my dream. She broke free from her stone prison.... that is, the statue, and stepped from her pedistal. Her delicate hand brushed my cheek and then she was gone. I was sure she'd said something to me, but I can't remember at all what it was.... something about fear maybe?" Zahhy shrugged her shoulders, then turned her head to the boy that had appeared. She eyed him for a second, then without any warning blurted out, "Wow, new guy, you're really cute." and took another bite from her plate.

Wicked wondered about the country side and soon found herself at the hero's arena. She ventured in exploring and looking about it. She liked it she had to admit and for some strange reason she felt slightly at peace there and at home. She smiled as she found herself in the hall with statues of the gods and the hero's before them. She ran her hand along the names as she began to say each one remembering the stories her mother had told her of each and how she loved them. In the back of her mind she heard the dark whispers of the dark sisters telling her she should leave but her heart told her to stay.

She closed her eyes as she began to chant the prays to the gods her mother had taught her as a child. She asked for forgiveness as most and hoped for their blessing and grace. She bowed her head as she closed her eyes not caring for once if anyone saw her not even her father. She had never been dark like him and even now she felt more at home in the house of hero's then in the house of her father and the villains.

Finally done with his morning workout and ready to relax for a little while, Jen headed to the surface wearing his black sleeveless tunic. The bright morning sun heated his skin with a soothing touch as he followed a trail down to a small lake. When he arrived the young male doused his face with a refreshing splash of water before deciding that he wanted to take a dip. Looking to the skies, he shook his head in disgust at the gods just before he threw his whole head into the lake. Coming up he shook his now soaked hair off and squeezed as much of the water out as he could and sat silently looking over the landscape wondering how the Gods could bless some things and curse others without reason. The thought made Jenesis sick but he didn't let his feelings show. This was the way things were, but when he was done dealing with the would be hero's he would take on the Gods themselves. They would one day suffer his wrath and scorn as he had suffered theirs.

After speaking with his horse for quite sometime he decided to see if Megara was busy or if she still wanted to spar. Giving Anthy a kiss goodbye Ambrose walked away from her promising he would of course come back and see her again. Softly he patted the dog he had seen again on the head and began looking around the grounds for her. After looking quite a bit he decided to go back to the dining hall. He tilted his head as he saw the girls from earlier and a new comer. The blonde felt a little nervous as he approached the table. "Hi uhm, I'm Ambrose," he said softly. His amber colored eyes then looked to Megara. "I finished archery, in record time I'm pretty sure. So if you have time to spar just let me know,"Ambrose said with a small laugh.
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Acacia felt bored after sitting and watching humans for such a period of time. She kissed her rabbit good bye hoping they would meet again. Standing up she brushed herself off and began heading back to the underworld. As she walked along she watched the birds as they twittered in their nests. A part of her did not want to return, but she felt she had been gone long enough. Once she entered the underworld the blonde sighed walking back to the dining area. It was cleared out as she peered around and she wondered where everyone could be. "Hello? Anyone home?" she questioned with a small giggle.

Jerik heard the morning bell and his eyes opened halfway. Instead of getting up like he was supposed to, he just rolled over to the other side and pulled his blanket up over his head. He hoped to all the gods that Aristos would not make him wake up. He was tired. Still. Like always. His mind started to wonder back to the night before and the plans of the night before as he slowly began to lose consciousness again.

Thathearian was already awake when the bell rang, doing stretches, getting warmed up for the day. She had already bathed and her hair was back in its typical braid with the spikes in it. She quickly put on her bracers, strapped her whip and sword into their respective places and headed towards breakfast. Being as she got there almost after the bell rang, she got her food and found a corner table and ate. While she did so, she watched the others that trickled in and smiled as one of the girls spaced out. Again. She had noticed it the previous night as well. She wondered if today would be just as boring as the day before. She wasn't getting anywhere at this time, so she was getting increasingly more bored as the days wore on. She needed something to do.

Aristos woke up the next day with a small yawn. Rubbing his eyes a little, he pushed off the bed and glanced over at Jerik. He smirked softly after noticing the boy was asleep. He went over and jumped on the bed, smacking him with the pillow. "Wake up!!" he yelled, jumping some more as he continued to smack him until the boy would wake up. He had let it slide the other day, but today he'd just be insistent until he woke up. "Jerik! Up you bloody fool!"

Lyra was already up, thinking about the small fights from last night. She was wandering around the house, not really seeing anyone yet. She wore a dark green dress today, a shorter one for easier movement. Her hair was loose again and she had an armlet with an emerald in the middle. She went to the dining area, where she saw one of the other demi-goddesses. She smiled a little, giving her a nod. "I'm here. If it counts for anything." She hadn't really spoken to her yesterday. But it didn't matter, they'd all spend enough time together. Maybe it was about time she chatted and got to know them.