Mira Patil: The Thief of the Gods

Quests are Lame

I wake to vibrations. My eyes flutter open, and I see the Stoll brothers reaching for my bag.

"Hey!" I say, leaping up from my spot on the floor.

The Stoll brothers abruptly turn to face me.

Travis pulls his arm away from my bag and says, "we saw a-a rat near your bag, and..."

"And, we were trying to catch it," Connor finishes. I raise an eyebrow.

"And, we are now leaving," Travis adds and he and Connor inch away from me.

"Drop it, Connor," I command and I put my hand out. Connor drops a wad of cash into my palm.

I nod and say, "Now give me the rest of my money." Connor grumbles and pulls out more cash from his pocket. He puts it in my waiting hand.

"Ok," I say. "You can go."

(>_<)

After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I pull on the orange camp shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and I braid my hair. I lace up my combat boots and, then, step out into the busy morning. Campers are everywhere; cleaning their cabins, running around with construction material, and chatting with each other. I take a deep breath in and walk towards the big, obsidian cabin. As I approach the door, I silently admire the skull. Beautiful! Nature at its finest! I rap on the door. No answer. I knock again. Again no answer. Just as I prepare to knock it down, the door swings open. There stands Nico, bleary eyed and half-asleep. His clothes are rumpled and his hair is a mess.

"So...I'm going to assume that you'll be ready in the next fifteen minutes."

Nico nods and closes the door. I sit down on the first step and look around to see if anyone is watching. Not a single person is in sight. Looks like people are already doing camp activities. Sighing, I close my eyes and put my hands out, palms facing down. The earth in front of my feet trembles and a wooden box wrapped in vines rises from the dirt. I bend down to open the box. At the touch of my hand, the box clicks open. I pull out a beautiful dagger. There is an intricate forest etched into the hilt and the blade shines underneath the sun. After admiring the dagger, I put it in the sheath tied to my waist.

"Do you think my mother wants to talk to me?" I whisper, tracing the etching of the hilt with my finger.

I place my hand on the box again, and it sinks back into the ground.

"Quite a show," Nico says from behind me. I spin around and glare at him.

"You saw everything?" I demand.

Nico raises his hands up in defense.

"Not everything," he says. "Just enough to know that you're-"

"Can you even see through your hair?" I interrupt.

Nico touches his hair. "What do you mean?"

I hand him a hair tie and say, "here. Tie your hair up. I literally cannot concentrate on you."

Also, you have very pretty eyes and I want to look at them.

"Ok," Nico says with uncertainty. He takes the hair tie and puts his hair into a small ponytail. I gape at how good he looks.

"Do-do I look good?"

I smile and say, "you look just like a k-pop star! Now, c'mon! I want to practice with my dagger!"

As we walk through the camp, everyone stops to stare at Nico. Nico just tightly smiles. Poor guy, maybe I shouldn't have told him to tie up his hair.

"You can take it off if you feel uncomfortable," I offer. Nico shakes his head.