Állaxe //HOO x m.oc\\ (ON HOLD)

7

The forest was darker than ever and even though Jace Anderson had lived at the camp for almost half of his life, it didn't look like the same old forest he was used to.

He ran through the trees, jumped over rocks and dodged bigger rocks. He jumped over small puddles of water that had taken refuge in the forest due to Percy sister-dating Jackson messing around with his powers. Jace ignored the few times his foot splashed against a muddy part in the ground and dirtied his pants and shoes even though it felt disgusting.

He had pretty good endurance but the slight fear he held for what he would find made his heart beat faster than it normally would. Jace felt his gun holster bounce against his leg with each and every step he took, every time his foot hit the ground his gun would bounce. He really needed to invest in a better holster before he ripped this one to shreds due to annoyance.

He really needed to work on his anger, he had come way too close to messing up and getting into trouble. He couldn't fuck up now. He was too deep in thought to notice the root that came out of the ground right in front of him. As he was running over it his foot got stuck on it making him fall forward and onto his knees.

The knees on his pants ripped and revealed his skin to the cold air and the even colder ground. "Just my fucking luck." Jace grumbled as he felt the twigs and rocks scratch the skin on his knees. Jace looked at his palms when he felt something warm trickle down them. His palms were scratched in the fall as well, shit. He scrambled to his feet as quick as he could and kept running towards the clearing with the fire.

The wind blew into his face and messed up his already unruly hair, probably got some twigs stuck in there as well. Sometimes Jace hated being blonde, the way all dirt was way more visible on it than other hairs and honestly, it sometimes felt as if his hair attracted more dirt than anyone else's–and it made him way too good of a victim to Hermes kids' pranks.

The cold made his breathing more ragged as his nose ran and made it harder to breathe through it. Gods he hated winter and fall so much. He was almost at the clearing, not too many steps anymore. The small light came nearer and he could smell a weird and disgusting smell as he came closer to the clearing. Jace slowed his pace so that when he came through the bush, it wouldn't alert anything that was on the other side.

...

Jace looked at the dragon in shock, he'd never seen a dragon. Though most people probably haven't either. He had watched shows and movies with dragons when he was still buddy-buddy with the Stolls. He loved them.

Little Jace's mind couldn't comprehend the idea of flying lizards and it somewhat led to him being obsessed with them. Something about those huge creatures with wings that could hold tahir own bodies in the air, and the way the dragons could glide so effortlessly made Jace jealous. He wanted freedom like that.

He reached for his gun, it had become a habit but...something stopped him from just whipping it out and shooting like he usually would do without question (He was more of a shoot first ask questions later kinda guy). The dragon hadn't noticed him yet and Jace was glad for that. He had time to assess the situation, the fire he had seen was gone, or at least he couldn't notice it anymore. Did it burn out? Did it move?

There was a big pot next to the dragon. It smelled like shit. Honestly Jace couldn't believe the dragon–-even if it was made of metal, couldn't smell it. The smell was this...spicy smell, Jace didn't really eat diverse foods so he wasn't good at recognizing sauces or things like that.

He couldn't help but internally fawn at it. It looked so cool. Jace came to his senses and pulled out his gun fully. He knew the bullets wouldn't do shit to the dragon, but he still wanted to look like he had tried to fight for his life if he were to die and be found later by some unfortunate camper.