Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is not other version of this story."
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14.
A Quick Vacation
ACE DIDN'T GO TO BED like he had promised. He stayed up on deck for a few more hours running though everything that Arya had taught him until his muscles were screaming at him that they couldn't take it anymore. He found himself wanting to impress her.
Arya had made an effort tonight, and he appreciated that. Not only had asked him about himself but she had opened up about her own life a little. Ace wished that at least once she would tell him a happier story from her childhood. Arya had only spoken a few sentences on why she didn't think about her future but they rang in his ears clear as day. She was so used to thinking about death that she had accepted it as fact. He would never forget how hollow she sounded when talking about those that died in the war, or that she had been prepared for death since she was ten.
At ten Ace was one year into camp, struggling to learn basic combat, and occasionally cussing up a storm on stable duty but that was the most of his struggle. Ace was starting to learn what Arya had been through but he couldn't begin to imagine what it had done to her.
Waking up with the sun, he ate breakfast with Jason and both of them trained for an hour. Apparently Jason had also been learning the Greek way of fighting from Arya, the only other half-blood that was a challenge for him. With his two swords he defended every shot Jason took at him until they had spared through every inch of the deck.
"So what did you decide in the way of names?" Jason asked as he put his Gladius away for the time being.
Ace had no idea what he was talking about and apparently that was obvious on his face.
"Your swords? Every great weapon has a name. It helps them become more like a part of you."
"Have you named yours?" Ace asked. Jason had gotten new weapons since his time away. Apparently he had destroyed lvlis in his fight against the giant, now he was stuck carrying a non-special Gladius like most of the legion.
"No. This is just something to get by." He admitted, "I miss my coin."
Ace flipped the swords in his hands and looked at the hilts. One with the moon, one with the sun. My eyes followed the marble pattern of Gold and Silver as it wrapped around the blade.
"I'll think about it."
Jason smiled and shook his head.
About an hour after that, Frank and Leo had both gotten up. The boys debated waiting for the girls to leave but they all seemed to remember Arya's warnings from last night. The less time all of them spent on land the better.
