Hearts Crossed - Kayla Knowles (2)

Bryce I (TLH)

Chapter Title: I Find Myself Face To Face With My Stalker

(A/N: As of right now, only ten more chapters of this arc remain. Obviously, I'm not going to really do all of the stuff that happened in between when the heroes leave for the quest to save Hera and actually rescuing Hera herself because, let's be real.. even though there are new characters added in here, basically in a general sense, that whole quest up until the end is basically going to play out the same way as in countless other fanfics. So since this fanfic is more towards Camp Half Blood for now and also Kayton, I don't think it would make sense to do the entire quest as well. Probably going to include at least a summary of what went down on the quest in the next Jason POV chapter. With that out of the way, on to this chapter.)

Bryce couldn't sleep.

No really, he couldn't sleep at all currently.

No matter much he tossed and turned in his bed in the Hermes Cabin, he just couldn't right now honestly. He didn't exactly know why, but he knew he couldn't really sleep at this moment in time.

It wasn't because of the snoring from some of his newfound siblings in the Hermes Cabin, mind you. Bryce honestly couldn't blame that, even if he wanted to if he had to be honest here. It was something else, something that he couldn't bring his mind to understand what it was at the moment.

Whatever the reason he couldn't really sleep that night was truly, Bryce decided that he needed some fresh air outdoors. Besides, it was hard to sleep in there anyway when it smelled gods knows what from the massive pile of stolen stuff in one corner of the cabin. So quietly, he slipped out of the Hermes Cabin, making sure not to wake up anyone as he went outside. Outside, he had to admit.. Camp Half Blood at nighttime looked like he was a whole different planet when compared to daytime.

The way that the Apollo Cabin simply looked like a glowing fire from all the lights illuminating it, how the Ares Cabin was lit up as if the cabin itself was a red stone torch from Minecraft, the way that the Typhon Cabin despite looking all normal had a visible glow to it in the dark that only made that much more creepy.. it was amazing really.

Bryce had honestly never seen anything like it before. It was bewildering if he had to be honest here.

Then again, he had a feeling that he wasn't the first person to feel like this at nighttime here and probably not the last person to feel like this either. Even so, the fact that this somehow was the only safe space for demigods like the ones he was with here seemed only more unbelievable the more he found out about this place.

Bryce stood there, close to the edge of the clearing nearby, looking at all the cabins. He honestly felt fortunate that he could even do this when he wanted to. Originally, he had heard that there was a curfew in place where if you weren't in your cabin by a certain time when night fell, that the cleaning harpies would eat you. Bryce didn't know for certain whether that had been true or not, but if it had, he definitely felt lucky that it wasn't the case now.

His mind drifted then towards the ones that were missing from camp right now, beings that seemed hard to believe even existed. He wouldn't lie, the amount of shit that these four demigods had been through — and the batshit insane feats and powers some of them had — were absolutely insane.

Of all of them, Colton was definitely at the top of that list if Bryce had to be honest. Sure, Percy Jackson had accomplished some crazy feats too — killing a Minotaur with nothing but your bare hands and its horn when you are twelve years old and don't even have a clue about the Gods is insanely impressive in and of itself — but defending your family from an insanely massive and deadly flock of man-eating birds and for the most part, single-handily beating them.. that was a feat of impossible odds, Bryce would admit. He would most likely be dead before he even replicated that feat that Colton did, in Bryce's own opinion.