Chiron was happy to see us back unharmed. Maybel kept staring at me evilly when I was around Tyler (witch was a lot). We were one of the camp couples. Jose told me he liked sherry from Aphrodite’s cabin. She had dark red hair that shined, tan skin and light blue eyes. She had a boyfriend but Jose was sure shed dump him. That night I had the same dream but it was sort of different. “Sorry I haven’t told you my name daughter I hate these interruptions.” he said. “It’s ok now can you tell me who you are?” I sinabi this started to irritate me. “Of curse I’m Hades and I sent you the present.” my new dad said. “Thank you.” I tried to sound as thankful as I could. “Tell Chiron you are my daughter when you wake and your little brother Jose will get a shield and sword to.” he said. “What you trust an eight taon old with a sword he falls a lot.” I sinabi it wasn’t ligtas for him to have that. Then I woke up. “Ugh! I hate when he dose that.” I grumbled. Everyone was asleep I hoped Chiron would be awake. I walked to the house were he lived he was awake and watching a special on horses. He noticed me “what do you need at this late hour?” he sinabi I looked at the clock it was four thirty five. “I need to tell you something” I blurted out. “Well what is it” his voice full of concern. “Well Hades is my-my-my dad” it was really hard to say that I don’t know why. “Oh well you and Jose ilipat to the other cabin painted in gray.” he sinabi worried. I wonder why. “ok sir” I turned and walked back to Ahtenas cabin. Tyler was awake he saw me walking from the house. "hey" then he saw my face "what's wrong?" i didn't notice i was crying. "Hades is my dad and Jose..... i just don't know what to do this time. one segundo i'm Athenas child now i'm hades child." i couldn't do anything about that. "it'll be ok i promise" i stared at him. "how can you be so sure" i said. i got up and walked away. i woke up jose told him what happened we got our stuff and moved to our new cabin. there was a boy about twelve. he looked like an older version of jose. "jose get some sleep i'll unpack." i wisperd then the boy woke up. "who in the world are you and you." he asked sleeply. "i'm luna and this is jose." i said. "what are you doing in this cabin?" he said. "this is um were we sleep now." i said. he eyes got wide. "you two are children of hades?" he asked. "yes he gave luna a sword and a shield" jose said. "so i'm guessing your my half sister and my half brother now. wait weren't you two in athenas cabin?" he said. "yes but guess josh was wrong." i said. "oh well my name is brandon." he said
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until you hear
The mga kerubin sing
Thy blessing
When you hear heaven’s
Yell you wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was you who committed them
And you wil burn for sin
You are consumed sa pamamagitan ng wretched flames
And through everyones aims
You are never hit
Nor bit
sa pamamagitan ng the apoy consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
You are consumed sa pamamagitan ng wretched flames
And through everyones aims
You are never hit
Nor bit
sa pamamagitan ng the apoy consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until you hear
The mga kerubin sing
Thy blessing
When you hear heaven’s
Yell you wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was you who committed them
And you wil burn for sin
You are consumed sa pamamagitan ng wretched flames
And through everyones aims
You are never hit
Nor bit
sa pamamagitan ng the apoy consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
You are consumed sa pamamagitan ng wretched flames
And through everyones aims
You are never hit
Nor bit
sa pamamagitan ng the apoy consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a tatsulok of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a tatsulok of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
