Abigail Asteria Anderson

Abby couldn't help but smirk as she knew the little ares boy was feeling out of his element. He was playing in her playground now! Whatever power he thought he had was gone in the moment of her magic. She could feel the pride she had in her magic as it had worked to mess with him. "Oh, you're finally coming out to play, huh?" she said back with attitude, her eyes still locked with his. It was clear that something had shifted between them, but what was it? She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and there was a hint of mischief in her voice as she added, "You're in for a wild ride, Benji." All those hours of her working on her magic was going to pay off. This bully was going DOWN! With a newfound confidence, Abby stepped back, preparing herself for the next round. The darkness and her magical bindings might have been her initial advantage, but now it was slowly fading since it was daylight. If this was the middle of the night then he would have zero chance of defeating her. Benji had awoken a side of her she never knew existed, and she was more than ready to embrace it. Part of her wanted to Dominate him as he was a challenge for her. I mean it was only fun if you worked for it right? Then appearing at his side again "Catch me if you can Benji Boy" she giggled as she pushed him this time.

Her confidence grew with each passing moment as she watched him work, and she couldn't believe how comfortable she felt around him now. When he mentioned their training time, she nodded and tried to remember the one-hour mark. She knew she had to come up with a way to signal it but wasn't entirely sure how. As the hour drew near, Abby decided to try a simple spell to set a bird alarm. She focused her magic and whispered the incantation she had been practicing for weeks. However, her magic had a tendency to be unpredictable, and instead of hearing a bird chirping, it was Abby herself who let out a loud, startled chirp. She blushed furiously, realizing her spell had gone horribly wrong, and Devon jumped in surprise. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, her cheeks turning even redder. "I meant to...um, well, that wasn't supposed to happen." She followed Devon like a puppy dog, feeling mortified but also a strange sense of belonging with him!

Abby couldn't believe her luck. Devon had invited her to hang out while he worked on his project, and she couldn't be more excited. "Oh, sure, I can help with that," she replied, her voice still carrying a trace of nervousness. She handed him the tongs and the hammer, watching him work with fascination as he continued to shape the spearhead. She was amazed by his skills and dedication. As he asked her to paint the metal buttons and get the dimensions for the horse's face, she nodded eagerly, her anxiety giving way to enthusiasm. "I-I can do that, Devon," she said, her words coming out a bit more confidently. Part of her was so happy to have a friend that she was feeling happy to work alongside him even if this was all so new to her. She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand, painting the metal buttons carefully. While she worked, she occasionally glanced over at Devon, admiring him as he looked so confident in what he was doing. As he demonstrated the spear's capabilities with a loud bang and the spear sticking into the ceiling, she couldn't help but giggle nervously. "Wow, that's... impressive, who are you making that for?" she said, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of awe and nervousness. Abby then looked at the blueprints dimensions and curves for the horse's face, mumbling the numbers to herself as she jotted them down. Being around Devon and helping him with his project was making her feel more comfortable, and she was grateful for the opportunity to be part of something so fascinating. Walking over to him she tapped him on the shoulder, holding out the number for him "I-is this what you are wanting?" she was hopeful that she did it right!

Abby couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease as Devon shared his concerns about controlling his fire. "Yeah, I guess it's a good thing your cabin is fireproof," she replied with a small smile, feeling relieved that she wasn't the only one grappling with the challenges of their abilities. I mean her who cabin can do magic so weird things happened all the time and yes it had caught fire once or twice when a spell went wrong. She continued to fidget with her fingers, her nervous energy taking over. "I think 'Areion' is a perfect name, and I'm sure you'll figure out the best approach for the joints. You seem like this might mean a lot to you." She said in a small voice as her eyes went down and then back up to his. One thing about being a demi-god was that your life was filled with tragedy. Abby herself had been going through an identity crisis as she tried to figure out what it meant to be a child of Hecate. Why did her mother give her a gift that seemed to only push her away from her other siblings??? As Devon mentioned his training routine, Abby's anxiety flared up again. "Oh, I don't want to intrude or anything," she stammered, her voice shaky. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother. If you need to focus on your project and training, I totally understand." She felt a wave of self-doubt wash over her, fearing that she might be annoying him like some of the other kids at camp. Abby was torn between her genuine interest in Devon's work and her anxiety about being a burden, causing her to fidget even more. "But if you don't mind it might be nice to train, I do need to work in that area."

Maybe it was the fact that not too many of the others had come to talk to her but she was fascinated with Devon. It was cool that she found someone to talk too as all she had was her half brother Mateo. There would be times that she walked through the camp and was called a freak from her preferring the dead to the living. "Ohhh you know well" the blush began to creep on her face "Magic like my mom does...I can do almost anything...welllll I can't just yet." Abby was getting so red that her face was as red as a beet. "I could try and make fire but it might not be as strong as yours." Abby had heard of the rumors about the boy who could control fire...it wasn't a common ability after all and Hephaestus normally gave it for good reason! Abigail listened attentively to Devon's explanation, her curiosity growing with each word. As she peered at the blueprint for "Project Areion," she couldn't help but be amazed by his creativity and determination. "Wow," she said, her eyes wide with wonder. "This is incredible, Devon. I mean, creating something like this from scratch is just...wow." She paused, her cheeks reddening again. They had just gotten better from her talk about her magic earlier. "I'm not really sure about the technical stuff, but it sounds amazing. And the name is cool too! Her heart raced as she continued to watch him, feeling a connection she hadn't experienced before. Was this what friends felt like? I mean she had never felt this way with her dead friends. "I'd love to learn more about it if you don't mind. I mean, if you're okay with that. I find it all really fascinating." She fidgeted with her fingers nervously, trying to contain her excitement. Abby was awkward but genuinely drawn to Devon, both because of his project and the kind-hearted person she could sense beneath the soot and sweat.

Abigail smiled, finding Devon's nervousness endearing. "No, no, you're not talking too much," she reassured him, her voice gentle. She could tell he was just excited because he much love the forge. "I think it's really cool how passionate you are about all this....I am that way about magic and the dead" She reached out for the handshake, feeling her heart race again as their hands touched. "I don't mind the dirt and sweat. It's, uh, kind of impressive, actually." Abby knew it came with the territory with working in the forge. She of course had never been in here so she was looking around every chance she got. She listened intently as he explained his project, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. "A mechanical horse? That sounds amazing! I've never seen anything like that before. How does it work? Can you tell me more about it?" Her shyness seemed to fade away as her enthusiasm for his invention grew. Abby was genuinely interested in understanding the world of gears and machinery that Devon was so deeply immersed in, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he spoke about his passion. It was nice to be making a friend as most stay away from her because she was a freak.

Abigail blinked, slightly taken aback by the boy's response. She hadn't expected him to be so straight forward with her. "Oh, um... I was just curious," she stammered, her cheeks reddening as she felt a sudden rush of shyness. "I'm Abby, from Cabin Hecate. Well I was just exploring and saw this forge glowing....S-so I thought I would check out why." She glanced down at the dirt on Devon's hands and couldn't help but find it endearing. Her eyes went from his hands to his face. His eyes in particular were haunting to her which she loved. She always thought you could tell someone story from their eyes. "You're really good at this, huh?" As she extended her hand to shake his, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at his face. Despite the smudges of soot and sweat, she thought he was cute. Her heart raced a little, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in the tools hanging on the wall. "So, um, what's your name? And what are you working on?" She tried to sound casual, but her curiosity got the best of her.

Fall 2016 - Abby age 13yrs old Abigail had been at camp only one year but already she was finding it hard to fit in....even in her own cabin! Maybe it was the fact that she had the ability to talk to the dead and command them? Shrugging she snuck out of her cabin which was always more lively at night as their mom was more powerful then. She was tired of dealing with getting lectures of her not practicing her magic all the time but she liked to do it alone and away from the others. Closing her eyes, she could feel the breeze going through her red hair as she wandered off towards the camp away from the cabins. It was the glow of the forge that caught her eye, who would be up this time of night? Smirking she rushed over towards it as she was careful not to be caught by the cleaning harpies. It was when she got to the entrance that she could see someone was working in there but didn't know who it was. They looked like a new camper, maybe a few months younger than she. "Hey" she said but it was too light to hear over the sounds of the forge. Her eyes taking in the boy, Abby was working herself up when she said loudly "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" @ Devon Long

Abby took note of Carter's cautious demeanor, sensing a certain mystery about him. Maybe it was the fact that she was used to trying to read people but she watched Carter carefully. She smiled as he complimented the cookies, as they were very good! "They are, indeed," she agreed, her smile growing. As Carter struggled with his question, Abby's curiosity deepened as she tried smiling softer. It had been a while since she had seen him around camp, and she couldn't help but wonder about his absence. "Well," she began, her tone gentle, "I used to come here often when I was younger, especially when I couldn't sleep. The big house has a certain charm in the moonlight." She paused, letting her gaze wander to the night outside the kitchen window before returning to Carter. "But what about you? It feels like it's been ages since I've seen you around. Where have you been?" As Abby engaged in conversation with Carter, her thoughts drifted to the spirits she used to commune with. It had been a while since she felt their ethereal presence, and she couldn't help but wonder if tonight might be different. The allure of the moonlit night and the cookies in her hand stirred her longing for those otherworldly encounters. She wondered if the spirits would grace her with their company, their voices echoing in the quiet corners of the big house. Perhaps, just perhaps, this encounter with Carter would be accompanied by a visit from her spectral friends, making this night all the more special.

Abby nervously adjusted the strap of her bag as she stood outside the brightly lit entrance of the cabin party. The thumping bass from inside sent vibrations through her entire body, making her heart race even faster. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her quirky, mismatched outfit, a testament to her unique sense of style that often left people intrigued or puzzled. She had opted for a vintage black dress paired with black knee-high socks and old-school sneakers. Mateo and Abby had come together as she dragged him out of the cabin. Their bond was unbreakable, and Abby felt more comfortable with Mateo than with anyone else in the world. Taking a deep breath, Abby summoned her courage and gently tugged on Mateo's sleeve. "Mateo," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music, "How do you hear at parties like this?"

Abby felt her heart race as Shi Jin's words hung in the air like a promise of something new and exciting. The moonlight bathed them in its ethereal glow, casting long shadows on the beach. She couldn't help but be drawn to him, not just because of the connection they shared, but because of the genuine kindness she sensed in him. As she listened to him speak, a warmth spread through her, and she realized that this was a moment she didn't want to let slip away. Drawing closer to him, she let the silence between them speak volumes. Her eyes looked for his, and it felt as though the world around them had faded into insignificance. Abby's voice, barely above a whisper, carried a sense of vulnerability and longing. "Shi Jin, I've never met anyone like you before. You have this aura about you." She could feel her heart racing as she took in his presence "I would be honored to share in your luck, I feel I need some." There was a little giggle that escaped her lips as she could feel being closer to her. "I" she got out but then just starred at him as she ivory cheeks went flush! That is when the magic went away as she could not concentrate to keep the spell bound. "Ohhh sorry" she said taking in a breath "It is hard to think right now."

Abby grinned at Julia's enthusiasm and watched as she grabbed some glitter glue and colorful felt balls. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up within her. It had been a long time since she had a friend who genuinely seemed to enjoy her company. "Thanks," she replied with a warm smile, genuinely appreciating Julia's compliment. She continued to work on her drawing, feeling inspired by her new friend's creativity. "Yeah, setting up for the bracelets sounds like a great idea," Abby agreed, eager to participate in the activity. She carefully put the finishing touches on her tree drawing and set it aside, ready to join Julia in crafting some bracelets. As Julia explained her parentage and the unique abilities that came with it, Abby nodded, feeling intrigued. "That's really interesting," she said, genuinely curious about the world of demigods. "I'm still learning about all of this too. It's a lot to take in, but it's nice to have someone like you to help me figure it out." Abby's awkwardness seemed to melt away in Julia's presence, replaced by a growing sense of friendship and belonging.

Abby grinned in the darkness, her heart pounding as she began to think about her next move. She knew she had surprised Benji with her sudden darkness spell and magical bindings. The smirk only grew on her face as she felt power over him for once in her life. It was the perfect opportunity to prove herself against her pain the the ass bully. She heard his taunting words and his movement to her left. She was ready. But she could not help but start to laughing in a way that it began to echo all around them both. In a sort of eerie way. Benji swung towards her, Abby used her spell that made her appear and disappear all around him. "Ohhhhhhh is that all you got....where is the big bad boy that had so much to say?" She could sense his frustration and anger, but she wasn't about to let up. Appearing behind him she leaned in to whisper in his ears "Ohhhh but you like being tied up like this don't you....cause if you really wanted out then you would be out by now." Giggling she disappeared again as she appeared in front of him. That is when she clasped her hands together as she said "BOO" and the light came back Abby lunged at him with a burst of speed, her movements a blur as she aimed a swift kick at his legs, attempting to bring him to the ground. "You can't beat me, Benji!" she hissed.

In the dimly lit room of the big house, Abby, moved with purpose. The air was thick with ancient energies as she carefully arranged an array of candles on a polished wooden table, each flame flickering with a spectral glow. The room seemed to respond to her presence, its very essence resonating with the magic she wielded. Shadows danced on the walls, casting an eerie yet comforting atmosphere. Abby's eyes, shimmering like moonlit pools, held a mixture of anticipation and reverence. Her abilities as a necromancer were strong, a connection to the realm beyond life that pulsed in her veins like a whispered secret. As she meticulously set up the candles, Abby's thoughts drifted to her closest companion, Lydia. While Abby's talents allowed her to commune with the spirits of the deceased, Lydia possessed her own unique gift because of her parent. With the room now aglow in a gentle, ethereal light, Abby's fingers tingled with anticipation, eager to join forces with Lydia and bridge the gap between the worlds. @ Lydia Hawthorne

Abigail laughed at Mateo's halfhearted protest, knowing that he was just playing along. She could see through his facade and knew he secretly enjoyed these kinds of adventures with her. She raised an eyebrow at his sarcastic remark about his singing abilities. "Oh, come on, Mateo. It's all in good fun! Plus, I've heard you singing along to your favorite songs in your room. You've got a better voice than you give yourself credit for," she teased, giving him a playful nudge once again. As the night wore on and the karaoke performances began, Abigail's excitement grew. She watched the stage with anticipation, knowing that their turn was coming up. When their song was finally called, she grabbed Mateo's hand and tugged him towards the stage, a mischievous grin on her face. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you," she whispered, giving him an encouraging smile. With the music starting, Abigail looked at Mateo before she sang, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". Abigail's voice was strong and melodious, and she sang with so much joy that it was infectious. She could feel Mateo's nerves, but she was right by his side, supporting him every step of the way. Abby was dancing trying to get Mateo more at ease and the crowd on their feet!