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the looks of more than half of the people in the Camp wasn't the most pleasent ones to get, at least was what Lilith thought, when she got their looks. She loved to go to the infirmary and sing to the people in there, her voice which was a gift from Apollo, ease the spirits of the people in there. She thought that she would be able to help them like that. Although whenever she walked into the ifirmary people didn't look at her as if they wanted her to be there, less than half of them were thankful for her effort, the others only feared she would be calling hellhounds to come and get the souls of the injured ones in there.

She acted as if she didn't care what they thought, she simply sat in the middle of the infirmary and sang a sweet song. then without looking at them, without asking if they had liked it or not, she simply got up and walked out of that place. sometimes she heard a sweet word thanking her for her song, but most of the times she only heard the hard words from those who were scared of her.

Lilith was a legacy, granddaughter of Mors on a side and granddaughter of Apollo on the other. But Mors claimed her, her amazingly powers that came from Mors were to see and talk to ghosts, just that! Still there were some people that feared her thinking that she could kill them with a slight touch of her skin or a note of her voice. She also had other gifts, those were Apollo's gifts, she was a perfect archer and her voice could bring peace or soar the spirits of the living and the dead -including creatures-, depending on what she wanted them to feel. but people never thought on those amazing gifts, they only thought on her connection with Mors.

She walked down the road to the woods, it was a place where she could always feel peace. It was dangerous because of the creatures living in it and some considered it as cursed because it was full of wandering spirits, but for someone like Lilith it was was a pleasent place to be. No one around that could look at her in fear. She could sing out loud and the ones that could listen to her would feel peace, because mainly they would be creatures and spirits, no campers. At least that was what she thought.

She walked among the bushes and trees, she looked around and smiled when she noticed that there were some spirits there. "I hope you like the songs I'll sing to you today" she said and walked far enough so the campers wouldn't listen to her. she sat on an old fallen trunk and started singing.

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Training was finally over for Ryan. Thank the gods above. The son of Ceres put his throwing knives into his belt and disappeared from the fighting grounds as fast as his legs could take him. After a year or so of high tailing it out of fight training, everyone else watching would hopefully have gotten used to it. The Roman who enjoyed plant tending and healing more than fighting. Way more than fighting actually. Ryan would hate to get anyone at this Camp on a bad day, especially if they had a weapon on them. Besides, Ryan liked to more hide in the shadows and not be noticed. If he could have picked his powers, it would have been plant healing, people healing, and invisibility. Invisibility mostly when around other people. It was much more beneficial to him to watch and observe than talk. People were born with two ears, two eyes, and only one mouth for a reason.

He disappeared into his barrack for a moment, only to shed his weapons, and take his staff. It was his only weapon that he usually took into the forest, or whenever walking around camp. He didn't carry any weapons outside of the training area. People were supposed to feel semi-safe at this Camp. Ryan felt that to be impossible when everyone still had their weapons and all of them (to a degree) knew how to use them. If people decided to attack each other outside of the training rink... well, he'd just do his best to stay out of it. He had given up trying to stop them a) because he was too shy and b) because they were hard core Romans. Most of them wouldn't stop fighting for anything. From the barracks, he wandered towards the forest, contemplating which path he'd take today.

After five years in the Legion's forest, he pretty much knew his way around. That was good, since he didn't want to get lost like the first time he had tried to go deep into the woods. He had almost made it to the boundary when he had realized that he had gone in too far. Since then, little by little, he had slowly acquainted himself with the forest until it became like his forest at home: a friend. Nowadays, he could probably walk around here with his eyes shut. Once far enough in, Ryan slightly closed his eyes and just sighed. It was so... calm in here. Hard to imagine that, yards away, people were still fight training and centurions were yelling at cohorts. Such a contrast with camp, but that's what made it so relaxing to him. He felt so much more comfortable here. Finally alone... Just as he thought it, his ears picked up the sound of someone singing. Or not, he amended.

Ryan picked his way though the trees, following the sound of the voice. It sounded lovely, like one of Apollo's children. He would know, he spent enough time in the infirmary. So that meant it was either an Apollo child, or another demigod who had a great singing gift that could rival a child of Apollo's. He finally found the source of the lyrics. Sitting on a tree trunk was Lilith McKinnon. A small smile flickered across his face. He had listened her singing to patients in the infirmary whenever he was in there and had even talked to her once or twice. Ryan stood back slightly, half masked by the overbearing shadow of a tree, and just listened, not wanting to disturb her or her singing.

OOC: I hope it was okay that I said that he had seen her around the infirmary
And so starts my semi-awkward test run... hope this is okay ^^
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Lilith looked at the ghosts gathering around her, it was pleasent to see that at least ghosts liked to listen to her song. They knew she wasn't going to harm them, they knew her voice was to help them with their pains, their sorrow, something that most of the living ones didn't apreciate at all. She waited until they were ready, then she started singing. It was a beautiful song about how someone wouldn't give up even in the last moment. The ghosts started moving like sea waves around Lilith. All of them were enjoying the moment.

Suddenly some of the ghosts in one of the edges of the group looked around and then started to walk away, as if something or someone had been lurking around. Lilith opened her eyes when she heard the noises the ghosts were making as they started to leave. She frowned and stopped singing. "Whats' wrong? I thought you'd like that song..." She said and got off the log with a very sad look on her face. She thought that maybe not even the ghosts liked her to be there singing to them.

One of those ghosts, in life should have been a very tall and strong camper, he had deep black eyes and you could feel war coming from him, he had told Lilith that he had died long before the Mt. Othrys war and he was a Mars kid. He smiled at Lilith and shook his head. "It is not you, there is someone watching at us from the trees over there" Lilith looked at the direction where the ghost just pointed at and she frowned. Maybe it had been one of those foolish Mars kids! they were always trying to bully her. "thank you, I'll come back tomorrow, so please tell the others, just in case they want to listen to another song." She told the ghost and then bowed at the other ghosts and smiled at the one who talked to her.

She walked closer to where the ghosts had told her that someone was hiding. She frowned to see who it was and finally she got the right name to the right face. "Ryan?" She asked as she walked closer to him, her face was red as a tomato. The ghosts were already gone and Lilith was standing there a couple of meters from where ryan was hiding. "What are you doing here?" she blushed and looked at him waiting for a reply.

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Ryan wasn't exactly sure who she was singing to, but he wasn't exactly picky, he just liked listening. Maybe she was just singing for her own enjoyment, which was equally as nice. After standing there and listening for a few moments, he recognized the song: Swan Song by Within Temptation. There had been an NCIS episode named after the myth of a swan song; the notion that when a swan is about to die, it will sing. A swan song: a person's last stand. His swan song would probably grow something and then try to quote someone. Kind of sad for him to be thinking of it when he was fifteen, but this was the Legion. Anything could happen here. Heck, he thought he would be singing his swan song two years ago during the Battle of Mt. Orthys. Ah well, that was past and gone... and hopefully he had improved in the slightest since then. Now, all he wanted to do was listen to the music; just as he did whenever she was in the infirmary, albeit, she probably never noticed him.

Then the singing stopped. Ryan's eyes opened slightly, watching her talk to something that he couldn't see. So she was singing to someone... or thing... From his half hidden position, Ryan scanned the area, but couldn't find anything. Oh! Right... Lilith could see spirits. Legacy of Mors. How could he forget...? He frowned slightly, watching as a sad sort of gaze came across the older girl's voice. Had he scared away the spirits or something...? Ryan had never particularly cared for bringing up dead people... or seeing spirits. At least he hadn't been born with that sort of gift. He was sure that he'd feel different if he had been, but now, as he was, he would rather leave the dead in the underworld. Bringing them back to the land of the living was just a bit... unsettling to him. Then again, that was probably just him, he had always been the jumpy, nervous type around everyone: living or non living.

Suddenly, Lilith's gaze started to look at the general area that Ryan was in. Looks like someone had seen him and given him away. Darn it. His head tilted slightly; he felt really bad now. He had really driven all the spirits away? They had nothing to afraid of... nothing at all. Ryan wouldn't hurt a flea outside of the training arena. Even there, he tried his best not to hurt anyone. It usually succeeded. She began walking closer, and closer. Then she spotted him. No use trying to camouflage in anymore. "H-Hi..." Ryan stammered quietly, half looking at the ground. There was a slight pause as Lilith tried to match face to a name. "Y-Yes," he nodded as she got his name right. "Hey, Hey Lilith... s-sorry if I, I in-interrupted you... and, and scared off y-your, your audience..." he murmured with a frown. At her question, Ryan shuffled his feet slightly, his face becoming a light shade of red. "At, At first just a w-walk, but then I, I heard you sing, singing... like, like you do in the in-infirmary, so I came over to, to lis-listen."

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Lilith saw ryan standing back there, among the plants, as if he had done something wrong. She hated when people spied on her, she felt as if people were just trying to find a moment or a single action of hers that demanded to be reported to any Praetor or centurion. Usually people was mean to her just because they could, just because who claimed her and just because of the old story of how she had killed her best friend at the age of 8 years old. But she had seen Ryan around, she had noticed how he acted around others and he wasn't that kind of person. So why he would be out there, hidden among the plants and watching at her.

He apologized for interrupting her, which yes she hated, but when she looked into his sweet eyes, she knew he hadn't done it on purpose. She nodded at him letting him know that she understood. "It's ok, they are kind of shy with the living ones when they wanted just to hand out without being with living people." she said as an explanation of why her audience left. Then he also explained why he was there hidden in the plants. She half smiled when he told her he had listened to her voice and stopped to listen to her, but what made her blush was to know that he also had noticed her in the infirmary when she went to sing to the injuried ones.

"You..." Swallowed due the nervousness. "You... listened t-to me at the infirmary?" she asked and then bit her lower lip, she never thought that there was someone that would be listening to her for real. She thought that all of the people in that place were just getting her good wishes throught her voice, but no one would be really interested on who was singing. Other were really direct to her, they didn't want her in there, they thought she was a bad omen to the wounded ones.

"I didn't know... that someone should have really noticed me in there." She smiled a bit more, but felt her face as a radioactive tomato. Then she looked at the plants around him, they seemed to have more life than the ones around her. "You are also in the infirmary everyday, right?" she asked because she had also seen him there, alsways working on some plants and remedies, maybe he was trying to be a healer more than a fighter, who knew.

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Ryan had always been the child in the back of the room who would just sit there and listen. His ADHD hadn’t been that bad in the class room. Sure, he needed a refocus every now and again (mainly in the spring), but other than that, his behavior had been rather good. He knew how to keep his silence and that eventually turned into him just being that shy, quiet child at Camp. The harsh Roman conditions had done little to change him; if anything, they made him sink more so into shyness. At least at school he wouldn’t have people yelling in his face to fight, block, dodge, hit, roll, and every other tactical fighting move that was used in sword fighting and hand-to-hand. That being said, he liked hiding more than showing himself. Ryan liked being in the background with little to no attention given to him. It was what he was used to.

He nodded slightly. “Oh...” he said quietly. Note to self: don’t intrude when she’s singing in the forest, take a different path. Ryan didn’t know that spirits were always so shy around people; maybe he and spirit had more in common than Ryan had initially thought. He wondered if spirits ever drifted into the infirmary. Perhaps that was where some of them died. No doubt Ryan had seen his share of dead bodies from Mt. Orthy’s. He never wanted to see that mass of a loss again. It still sent shivers down his spine. Bleeding, hurting, live people he could deal with. Cold, expressionless bodies, not so much. Ryan noticed that Lilith had begun to get slightly red and he tilted his head slightly. Was he making her nervous as well? If he was that was far from his intention... it was usually other people making him nervous.

“Of, Of course I d-did...” he said with a slight nod. “You, You sing there n-nearly every d-day...” Or at least, he had seen her in there on and off for the five-ish years that he had been at Camp and had been learning how to heal. “I, I n-noticed...” he stammered, smiling slightly. “You... You have a nice, nice v-voice,” he said quietly, his turn to become slightly red as Lilith continued to blush even more. Well, she looked as if no one had ever noticed her there, it was only nice to tell her that at least one person appreciated and enjoyed hearing her sing. Of course, he had heard all the bad rumors. Ryan was able to pick up things during Camp rather rapidly because of his “listen don’t talk” and lurking methods, but he didn’t necessarily believe everything Camp said. If he did, then he would be avoiding everyone which wouldn’t make for a very good social life. He knew what it was like to be talked about; it could be rather hurtful. He gave a nod as she asked if he was also in there daily. Who knew that she noticed him there? “Y-Yes... I am. I’m, I’m trying to learn h-how to man-manually heal p-people. I’m, I’m obviously not one of A-Apollo’s kids,” he said, with a slight grin.

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Lilith noticed how he seemed to be really worried or ashamed about interrupting her small concert. Well she didn’t really cared if he was there to listen to her, and she knew that if she told the spirits and Lares in there that there would be someone else listening to her the days she sang to them, then they would totally understand it and wouldn’t go or feel weird having Ryan out there with them. She also noticed that he was as nervous as she was, which wasn’t really good if you wanted to start a conversation with someone. She bit her lower lip and then after thinking it for a moment, she spoke to him again. “It is totally fine, don’t worry…” she sighed and then smiled a bit to him. “If you like the song… then you can listen to it… they won’t leave again”

She said and tried to smile at him as if nothing bad had been done, which was the truth. She was still red as a tomato, and she could feel the heat from her skin when he confirmed that he had noticed her in the infirmary and that he thought that she had a nice voice. She breathed deeply and then smiled a bit more to him, he was a sweet guy and must be a good man too because he seemed not to care about what people said about her. “Thank you…” she looked down at the grass and then back at his sweet eyes. “I… I didn’t know that people really cared about me or my voice in there… even less…” she smiled a bit to him and blushed a bit more if it was possible. “… even less that you have noticed me.”

She sighed and then smiled a bit more, it was something really weird for the muscles in her face that kind of action, she almost never smiled, so being smiling at him in that moment was some kind of alien movement, yet she liked the way it felt. Then she heard from him that he went to the infirmary to learn how to heal others. He also mentioned that he wasn't an Apollo kid. She frowned for a moment, she had forgotten that he wasn't Apollo's son, but a second later the frown faded and she smiled again. "That is something nice and important. Ceres would be so proud of you!" she grinned and then looked down at her hands. "I can't really heal them, I only can try to ease their mental pains and soar their spirits." sometimes she felt so useless, even being apollo's grandaughter, she didn't have his special touch in medicine.