Jewels // DNF

Chapter four

"Why are you showing me around the camp again, Charion?"

George whined, clearly not happy with being woken up at 6:30 in the morning just for another tour of the camp. He had managed to get back to his cabin without any issues, then when his head hit the pillow he passed out without any care for tomorrow.

"I don't want you getting lost, George."

The Centaur said with a hum, clearly not really paying attention as they walked past the archery range.

"promise me you'll not get into a fight with Dream."

George rolled his eyes,

"I'm not going to get into a fight, geeze"

He huffed. They were walking side by side and talking about a George that never had and never will exist. He wasn't one for violence.

"Who would name their kid 'Dream' anyway? Thats just dumb, he'd get bullied for it."

The centaur laughed,

"His given name isn't 'Dream', he just prefers the nickname over his actual one. And most campers are scared of him."

Charion explained, leading them over to the arena.

The guy George had met last night was in the middle of a fight, covered head to toe in armour, holding a blade which could cut someone's head off. His smile mask was still covering his face and his hair was up in a braid. George guessed it was one of the younger campers. He had named him 'Smile' as George didn't know his name.

Charion gestured over at the fight.

"I want you not to get into any problems with him."

He said, pointing to 'Smile', who was in the middle of fighting off two people at once. George hummed and looked away, his cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment as he had been spotted by the blonde who waved at him after he managed to get the two children of Athena off him.

"I won't. Trust me, he's stronger than me by a long shot."

George mumbled and took a deep breath, giving the blonde a slight wave hello before he walked off with Charion.

"What's his name?"

"George.."

Charion stared at him with a deadpan on his elderly- but young face,

"That is Dream."

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Dream sighed, walking over to get his bottle of water, he didn't know why he let people tag team him. He had just seen George out of the corner of his eye and let them. They were easy to defeat but still.

Maybe he wanted to show off to the child of Hades? After their encounter last night, Dream couldn't think of anything other than the brunette, the amber eyes which almost glowed gold in the moonlight. Maybe he was sick?

He sighed and lifted his mask up. He had different ones for different times, dinner and sleep had the mouth area caved out so he didn't have to lift the mask up or show his face while he ate. Training and everything else was simply a plain white mask with nothing cut out, but it sure as hell had a black smile on the mask.

He took a swig of his water before pulling his mask back down, he didn't want them to see him. After the centaur and George had left, Clay felt tired. As if the boost of adrenaline from George watching him wasn't there so suddenly. He did enjoy having an Audience. But this felt different, maybe he did want to impress the son of Hades after what the boy had seen last night.

Dream could feel his cheeks heat up with embarrassment, yeah he wasn't going to mention him falling into the lake, that would just tarnish his reputation. Maybe he wanted george to see him as someone who's powerful, not a dumb kid who fell into a lake.