Jewels // DNF

Chapter three

George, being unable to sleep and deciding to take a walk around the camp, which he was staying in for hopefully a year, he made his way over to the treeline. The brunette sighed, kicking rocks and stepping over roots. He had decided to go for a walk through the forest by himself at 3:30am, a very smart move.

George's amber eyes scanned around the area, and in front of him sat a large lake he had seen when Scarlett had dragged him over to meet Tomathy. George walked over to the dock which led out into the lake, it wasn't very big but it was nice as he looked out at the rippling blue and walked along the wooden planks which were bound together with steel bolts and screws.

George walked along carefully, trying to make sure he wouldn't fall though and end up drowning in his first night at this camp. Once he reached the end of the dock he sat down, his legs curled up slightly as he rested his head on one of the support beams which kept the dock in place.

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Clay, preferably known as Dream, was a boy who had soft, silky, dirty blonde hair and bright, almost glowing green eyes. Tanned skin with light freckles scattered across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his shoulder blades. The perfect son of Aphrodite but he sure as hell didn't act like it. Most of the campers thought he was a son of Ares before the goddess had claimed him.

He was violent and cold to most people other than his best friend; Sapnap, the son of the god of the sea, waters, horses and earthquakes. Yes, the son of Poseidon and a son of Aphrodite got along fantastically even though their parents had an affair with each other, iconic isn't it?

Dream rolled out of bed. He was shirtless, as one is in a cabin full of heat and drenched with sweat. There were children sleeping all over the floor and there were two to a bed. Luckily Clay didn't have to share a bed with anyone, he wanted to stay in the hades cabin actually since they had a spare room but sadly that couldn't happen now as the third child had arrived.

Clay walked over to his bag which wasn't really that far away only at the end of his bed, he had to step over people however.. Oh how he was tempted to crush someone's neck, it wasn't funny. In all honesty, Clay himself thought he would fit in the Ares cabin much better than he did in the Aphrodite cabin but sadly he wasn't allowed to move into it.

Dream, against popular belief, wore a white mask which only showed his mouth, the rest of his face was covered it made him feel more in control of himself as if he wasn't just the son of the goddess of sexual love, fertility and beauty as if he was just Dream. He sighed and changed out of his sweatpants, which were grey. He just changed into dark grey jeans and pulled a white singlet over his head.

He had his reasons for not liking his face. It's not due to his looks, he knows that he's fucking hot, he knows he's the best looking guy at this fucking camp and he's proud of it. He hides his face due to the large scar which travels from his right eyebrow, down through his eye (surprisingly he's not blind) and to the very top of his top lip. He thinks no one would look at him the same after seeing that scar, they'd be asking him what happened and they would take pity on him for no reason.

He doesn't need their pity

He doesn't want their pity.

Dream pulls on some miss-matching socks, one was blue the other was gold, he didn't really care. His combat boots would hide them anyways. He had made a deal with someone from the Hermes cabin; they would bring him a skateboard and he wouldn't beat their ass, it was a very simple deal and hopefully the kid held up his end of it.

Dream pulled his combat boots on and tied up his lace. If the kid didn't hold up his end of the deal well.. Clay always carries a sword with him to get rid of loose ends. It's been a while since Dream had to remove a person from the camp. He was like a god around here, only people didn't use that term.