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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍
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episode two ; tyson plays with fire
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THE SUN WAS SETTING behind the dining pavilion as beatrice lead her cabin with the other cabins: demeter, apollo, and dionysus. naiads came from under the canoe lake. dryads melted out of the trees. from the meadow came a dozen satyrs.
beatrice chatted with her siblings, a small smile on her face as they told her about their summer and how much they missed her.
after the satyr's filed into dinner, the hermes cabin brought up the rear. they were always the biggest cabin. last summer, it had been led by luke. beatrice watched as the cabin filed in. she didn't expect to see luke since the cabin was now led by travis and connor stoll, but for some reason she had just wished he would be there. she shook away the feeling.
the adult looked back at her siblings before she sighed. "cherry coke." beatrice mumbled and watched as the cup filled up with the drink she had requested. a wood nymph then brought her the plate of food.
"come with me, bea." silena beauregard, her younger sister, nudged her with a smile. "let's do our burnt offerings together."
beatrice nodded her head, taking her plate in her hands. "of course." she stood up from her spot and they made their way to the burning fire.
the girls scraped their food into the fire. beatrice didn't know what to say to her mother. hey, mom! the camp's slowly dying and me and my friends need help? that wasn't gonna work.
the adult and silena sat back down at their spots. she couldn't help but zone out as she drank her cherry coke. her mind drifted off to luke. the moment his face appeared in her head, the green glow she saw earlier appeared again.
beatrice looked at it then around her surroundings to see if anyone else was seeing it. they weren't. she furrowed her eyebrows then flinched when a satyr blew the conch.
the green glow went away.
"yes, well," tantalus said, once the talking had died down. "another fine meal! or so i am told." as he spoke, he inched his hand toward his refilled dinner plate, as if maybe the food wouldn't notice what he was doing, but it did. it shot away down the table as soon as he got within six inches.
"and here on my first day of authority," he continued, "i'd like to say what a pleasant form of punishment it is to be here. over the course of the summer, i hope to torture, er, interact with each and every one of you children. you all look good enough to eat."
