The Winters

Dream On

Scarlett's POV:

Will looked over at Ren and frowned. She looked back at him and glared.

"I'm not taking you anywhere with your leg like that." He announced.

Personally, I thought that was a completely reasonable statement, but Ren shot daggers at him. It almost looked like she was going to use her death glare on the poor guy. I stepped between them.

"Can't you just give her some nectar or something?" I asked, attempting to prevent a fight. Will pondered that for a second.

"Well, alright," he agreed reluctantly. "But our tour is going to be as quick as I can make it. And after we're done she's going to have to stay in the Big House for a few days to regain her strength." I cringed. There was no way Ren was going to agree to stay in a room for three days while I was out having "fun."

"If you expect me to-'' She began but when Will gave her another exasperated glance and I elbowed her, she stopped protesting. I put my arm around Ren's waist to help her, but she stepped away from me and my hand fell back to my side. I sniffed. She was such a drama queen.

Once we were inside, Will forced her to sit down and prop up her broken leg. Another Apollo kid came into the room and gave Ren a dirty look before turning to Will. "She must like you," He told him. "I couldn't get her to cooperate." Then he left the room before anyone could respond.

Ren rolled her eyes for a third time and crossed her arms. "Can we get this over with?"

Will nodded and handed her a glass filled with a yellow-colored liquid.

Ren grimaced, "more of that stuff?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'more'?"

She nodded towards an empty glass sitting on a desk. "I was thirsty, so I drank that goblet of pee."

I snorted. It was just like her to describe nectar as something disgusting. Will frowned.

"You didn't like the taste of it?" He asked, looking at her strangely.

"No," Lauren retorted. "It was gross."

I was starting to catch on to what Will was getting at. The nectar was supposed to taste like your favorite food, the thing that makes you get all warm and fuzzy inside. It shouldn't have been possible for Ren to not like it.

Will and I glanced at each other. I shrugged. Ren was one of the strangest people I knew, it was hardly a shock that she wouldn't like nectar. Surprisingly, Will let it slide. He only sighed, walking over to a cabinet and throwing open the doors. Several pairs of crutches were stacked inside. He grabbed a pair and returned, handing them over to Ren. We both grinned, remembering our last encounter with crutches. She shoved them up under her armpits and stood, taking a hesitant step.

Will nodded with satisfaction. "You should be good with those, at least until our little tour is done."

We shuffled back outside, with Will immediately starting in on the tour. Apparently, the home we'd just been in was, unsurprisingly, called the Big House. Limping along at a steady rate, we passed the volleyball quarts, a pine tree that had once been a girl, an arts and crafts place, a pretty little lake, and an amphitheater before coming to a large climbing wall.

Will had been speaking constantly, pointing out strange odds and ends and greeting everyone we met. Thankfully, when we came to a stop at the wall, Will went silent. He was grinning and seemed to be waiting for us to say something.

I took a closer look at the wall. It appeared to consist of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.