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Power so strong and evil, Power that only a few hold, The power of death and wealth, Though it is not a power to be proud of, A boy well known to the underworld, And well disliked in others, Has a heart and brain for the good things, As well as the bad, And has friends that make him feel much stronger, When he's around them. Nico Di Angelo! Hear him roar! Or maybe hear the roar of his dead dinosaur, ©SABRINA628

Whoooooooooo…. Whoooooo…… The haunting melody of owls streamed into my ears as I sat outside one night. It was summer but the night was strangely cold; my cardigan that I had thrown on when walking outside the cabin was barely keeping me warm. Along with the melancholy calls of the mysterious owls, I could hear the crashing of waves and the whistling of wind from my perch on the swing I had grown of grape vines. I suppose it hadn't been the best idea, I wasn't that practiced with my powers and I wasn't nearly as good with plants as the Demeter cabin, but it seemed to work for the time being. I should have been in the cabin,