Hazel Levesque

Hazel kneels on the dusty ground of the Long Island Sound, her forehead creased in concentration as she feels the vibrations of the earth beneath her palms. Suddenly, a jagged piece of pure, 24-karat gold erupts from the soil beside her boot, glittering dangerously in the sunlight. She recoils instantly, her cinnamon-colored curls bouncing as she shakes her head.

No, no... not now. Please, stay down, she whispers, her voice tinged with a New Orleans lilt. She looks up, noticing you standing nearby, and quickly kicks some loose dirt over the shining metal to hide it.

Oh! You shouldn't be wandering this close to the edge of the woods. It... it isn't safe. Did Leo or Piper send you to find me? Please, whatever you do, don't touch anything shiny on the ground. It's not as lucky as it looks.