time heals all wounds;

Abigal Van der Berg, 15 years old, Amish. Demigod.

[sorrxwful]

notchaotic-dorian:

“Yea…where you’ll finally meet your siblings.” Dorian smiles. “Half-siblings but siblings all the same.”

“Do I have siblings?” She tries to think of if she remembers seeing anyone from the cabin. The more she thinks about it, the more doubtful she becomes. “What happens if my cabin is empty?”

[sorrxwful]

notchaotic-dorian:

“Then let’s get you to your new cabin.” Dorian nods. “It’s normal to feel confused about the whole thing.”

“New cabin?” It hadn’t even occured to her that she would now be leaving behind all of the people in the cabin who had accepted her. Would there be new campers for her to get to know in the Akhlys cabin? She hoped so.

[sorrxwful]

morganofhades:

“Oh. You mean shadow travelling? Who’s your godly parent? That’ll tell me how to train you properly. I’m assuming that you already have some skills with shadow manipulation?” Morgan asked with a quizzical expression.

She shakes her head. “I do not know how to manipulate shadows, but I was told my mother is the daughter of night. She is Akhlys.” Abigail explains. A matter of days ago, she’d refused to hear anything about the Greek gods and believe it was true. Since her claiming, she’d become much more accepting.

[sorrxwful]

notchaotic-dorian:

“Come on,” Dorian gently wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulder to usher her away from the lake. “Which cabin are you from?”

“Akhlys.” She says it with such confidence, but she’s never heard the word before. Abigail doesn’t even know if the word has relevance here, but it’s all she can think about. “I think that is where I am from.”

[sorrxwful]

morganofhades:

“What skill would that be?” Morgan asked curiously. He wondered if she was new to the Hades cabin; but figured that if she were, he would have been notified long before she would have arrived “I’m Morgan, by the way.”

“I am Abigail. I was told there is a way of travelling in darkness that I may be able to use, and I am not sure I understand what that means.” She explains to him, a bit hesitantly. She’d become more nervous of new people after her claiming, on account of the last person she spoke to having burst into tears.

[sorrxwful]

notchaotic-dorian:

“You need help?” Dorian offers, tilting his head a little. “Let’s get you somewhere else first shall we?”

Abigail nods, not normally so willing to take help from someone, but right now, everything was changing. “Please.”

[morganofhades]

Morgan adjusted his brooch slightly and frowned. The black pearls were looking a bit dull, and the white pearls were becoming a bit loose. He’d have to have the Hephaestus cabin fix the filigree and setting again. Morgan wasn’t all that surprised, though. Most gems were unstable when he summoned them. No matter. He’d have to deal with a slightly shabby appearance, as he had no more time to sit and dawdle.

Opening the door to depart the Hades cabin, Morgan ran smack into another person, which caused the son of Hades to jump back in surprise “Uh…hey? Do you have some business with the Hades Cabin?” He asked while fixing his brooch which had been knocked to the side.

[sorrxwful]

In the week since Abigail had been claimed, she felt as though she’d been thrown into a storm. First, the realisation that her parents weren’t actually her parents had been quite traumatic for her, but that got worse when she realised that everything she’d believed her whole life was a lie. “I was told there is a skill I can learn from you.” Ever since she had let go of the notion that she could go back home, her English was getting better.

[sorrxwful]

Date: 20/03/2005

Image: link

Age of Abigail: 2

She doesn’t know what this place is called, but it’s filled with beautiful, vibrant colours, and everything looks like it would be delicious. Abigail is joyful as she toddles towards a stack of red circles, each looking more delicious than the last. She picks one up from close to the bottom, just in reach for her, when the red circles come tumbling down.

“Bitte, nicht anfassen!” The big person tells her, towering over her as they begin to pick them up, putting them back in their pile. She had been living with this person for what felt like a long time, and they were so mean. It was different to the other place, where the other small ones had control. Abigail frowns, throwing herself on the floor.

“Affasse?” She questions, the makings of a tantrum bubbling under the surface as she sniffles, until the big person hands her the apple she’d taken. 

“Bitte, du must sprechen im Deutsch.” Each word confuses her more than the last. How is she going to understand them if they won’t explain to her what they mean. Her bottom lip begins to wobble, and the water works begin. Abigail cries, sitting down with no regard for her dress. Suddenly, she’s being dragged up by her arm. 

“Ow! Hurt!” She exclaims, fighting to get her arm out of their grip. 

“Deine kleid is shmutzig, schau was du has gemacht!” 

“No!” Abigail’s crying gets louder, and before she knows what’s happening, she’s being dragged away from the colours and shapes. 

[sorrxwful]

notchaotic-dorian:

Dorian walked towards wherever Newt was pulling him to. Which happens to be the lake. He sighs but frowns when he hears a bark from his dog. He runs after and stops when he sees a girl. “Newt come here.” He commands softly, approaching the girl slowly. “Hey…you alright?”

She gasps, not expecting anyone to be near her. “I think not.” She tells him simply, her voice breaking as she speaks.

[sorrxwful]

cordelia-blakeley:

She didn’t know where the mist came from, but her intuition was told her it wasn’t supposed to be there. Without thinkin twice she headed to the source, moving closer to the lake while murmuring a protective spell around herself. Well, a magical shield wasn’t efficient in protecting her from what hit her.

Suddenly her heart sunk, full of dread while her mind was filled with the images of how many women she saw being burned alive without being able to do anything. The last time she saw her father, how much she missed him, the torture she had to endure after being captured. The ropes, the stake.

Cordelia gasped as if for a few seconds she had forgotten how to breath, but kept moving fowards. That wasn’t the first time she had been hit with a similar spell so she knew exactly which god could have such effect, but seeing Abigail shocked her. Claimed. The girl who barely believed in what she told her was finally claimed. How could she stay in denial after such an intense experience?

The huntress ran to the girl, kneeling beside her and pulling her into her arms protectively “Breath, dear. It is okay, I’m here” She said in a soothing tone while caressing the girl’s blonde hair. The other’s mother wouldn’t have hurt her so she knew Abby was fine, but she needed to calm down. Both of them needed to calm down.

It takes some time for the girl to come to her senses. Abigail is filled with terror, sadness, and an overwhelming sense of clarity. Everything that she had known is becoming clearer to her, almost as if someone had flipped a switch, and things about camp started to make sense. She didn’t want them to, though. She felt so confused. “What means you, it is okay? I will never be okay again.”

[sorrxwful]

She’s overwhelmed with emotions right now. Abigail stands at the edge of the lake, shivering, her blanket wrapped tightly around her, as a thin mist begins to form around her, blocking her from being able to see anyone outside of it. Her head is full of flashing images, images of pain from people she doesn’t know, animals she didn’t know existed. She’s sobbing, relentlessly, praying for it to stop. She drops to her knees, her hands clasped together, murmuring for release from the pain she feels on the inside. The mist disperses just as quickly as it had come, and Abigail is left with one word in her head: Akhlys.

[sorrxwful]

Humble

Not well. Abigail is not used to praise, so when she recieves it, her automatic assumption is that the person is attempting to trick her into something.

[sorrxwful]

“You aren’t making any sense.” ( Meme 1, Jae )

“I struggle, okay?” She’s emotional, frustrated, and just plain tired. Abigail can’t remember the last time that she slept properly, but she suspected it was probably the night before she arrived here. Recently, she’d been feeling more drained and upset than usual, and she couldn’t understand why. “It is not easy when English is not my first language.”

[sorrxwful]

patrocursed:

Patrick stumbled away from her, gasping when strong images of his best friend came flashing in his mind. All he could feel was pain and sorrow for what he had lost and can`t accept. “I-I should go,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes and threatening to fall.

She’s shocked. What’s happening? A dark mist fills the air surrounding her, and suddenly, it’s as if Abigail feels all the sorrow of those in her immediate presence. She knows about the pain of a woman beneath the water, the pain of the boy standing before her, and the pain of every creature that was there. She lets out a gasp, and falls backwards on the dock, narrowly missing falling into the water. “What have you done?” She begins to cry, mistakenly assuming it’s him.

[sorrxwful]

mikeluman:

Michael noted her displeasure at his explaination. He figures she’s just as annoyed as he is about this whole sudden godly ancestry deal. “I’m not pleased with it either,” he shrugs, “suddenly hearing that one of your parents is not only alive but also a Greek god is pretty irritating to me too”.

“This cannot be, though.” She insists. Abigail knew that her parents would never believe any of this, or be with anyone other than each other. She huffs softly, confused and unsure how she can believe him, despite the fact that she has come to trust him.

[sorrxwful]

nine-oh-nine:

“Hermes is mostly known as the god of thieves, but he’s also the messenger of the gods.” Nine smiled a little. “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.”

Abigail smiles. “Thank you. Now, where must we go to see this film?”

[supernaturaldaily]

He isn’t in heaven. He has to be somewhere.