Deity Descendants and the Cyclops Attack

Chapter 5

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As the loud and warm bustle that roamed freely around the infirmary, Accalia woke with a start. The sounds of feet constantly rattling down onto the glazed flooring had finally caused her to awaken from her slumber. Letting out a grown, she slowly opened her eyes to see a strawberry blonde haired boy absentmindedly tapping a pen on a bright blue clipboard sitting by her bed. Accalia batted her eyes to remove the sleep that was determinedly clinging to her eyelashes. As she blinked, the world was thrown back into focus, welcomed by the bright light of the sun hurtling towards her steel blue eyes. Slowly sitting up the memories of the preceding night became clearer like her eyesight. The images of the hideous Embousa scaling towards her with their vampire-like complexion and their pale skin glowing made her feel like hiding under the covers of her newfound bed - never to be found again.

Trying her best to ignore the feelings of crippling fear that were building on her, Accalia began to shift into a sitting position. Coming back into herself, she finally took in the sight that was surrounding her. The boy who was sitting by her was now looking at her expectantly as if she was about to explain why she was resting on a wheely hospital bed in a very hospital-looking place. His intent, ice blue eyes that mimicked the moon, stared at her. She turned back to him and stared straight back at him. Accalia's steel blue eyes met his ice ones and took in his features. He had a light spread of freckles over his face and small nose with his piercing eyes. Their colour was the exact same shade as the icicles that used to grow on her garage door. Great, now I'm thinking about dad. She began to wonder if her father had noticed her disappearance, yet her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the icy boy.

"Y'know you murmur when you sleep. It's actually quite annoying. I could barely get any kipp last night! Truly a wonder you don't wake yourself up," he said pointedly, almost as though it were her fault. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk and his eyes were sparkling with mischief. He was wearing an orange T-shirt and some blue jeans with a rather peculiar belt: it had a strange piece of rope wrapped around his waist to pair with it. The rope looked old and worn, yet it held a certain glow that made it stand out.

"Well you're such a charmer, aren't you?" Accalia said, my tone dangerous as I continued staring at the boy. He looked at her carefully: almost as if he were surveying how much of a threat she could be. He let out a small chuckle immediately letting out the strange tension that had appeared.

"Not like you can say much for yourself, princess. Can you?" He returned whilst crooking his eyebrow upwards. The now hilarious face immediately made Accalia burst out laughing. She wasn't even entirely sure why she did though. It was not even that funny. I must be losing it. Accalia thought to herself. As she finally stopped snorting like a pig she wiped her mouth with the side of her sleeve and composed herself enough to actually speak.

"It seems I can't - but a girl does have the right to know what charming boy is speaking to her." Accalia muttered just loud enough that he could hear sarcasm dripping from every one of my words. He just laughed as she said this and replied teasingly.

"Oh but the mystery is ever so compelling... I wouldn't want to spoil our fun now would I!" Smirking like crazy he said these words which just made my anger boil higher. Temper was one thing Accalia had problems with and this boy seemed to just infuriate her. Taking in a deep breath she decided to play along.

"Yes, such a mystery should be kept forever! Not told because it is such abnormal information!" Accalia whisper-shouted in mock urgency, "The revelations this could bring shall be groundbreaking. Names are the answers to all our questions. Hey! Maybe that's the secret to defeating the titans!" All of a sudden the strange boy seemed to tense as if he were scared. Then he let out a small shaky breath and shook his head in disbelief.

"It's Alvis. The name's Alvis. Now if you would do me the oh so grateful honour, my princess, of learning your name?" he said in an almost-British accent; as if he was greeting the queen. Chuckling at the newly named Alvis, Accalia fake bowed to the boy (or as well as you could bow to someone while sitting up in bed).

"Well it's Accalia. Accalia Olivers." Still chuckling she complied. Just as she was about to ask yet another question the one and only Raven sprinted straight at Accalia. As soon as she reached her the air was knocked out of Accalia's lungs as her friend began to talk, at speed, about the camp and the apparently "amazing" video they had shown her. Sometimes you forget how old Raven really is.

Smirking as he left Alvis waved to Accalia as he walked to the exit. In a final act of maturity Accalia stuck her tongue out at him as he left. He let out a billowing laugh and returned the gesture with the same smirk on his face.