Daughter Of Light- Book 1: PJO

Chapter 44: Camp Isn't The Same

The Apollo cabin was kept busy most of the night with the wounded. We didn't sleep much. There was a lot of activity in the infirmary. Will yelled at me for using too much energy.

"Your not very frightening sunny boi, when you flung your hands around like that." I signed back with an exhausted smirk.

"Eleanora Blofis I swear to the gods I will tie you to the bed."

"I'd burn the rope."

"You're impossible!"

"Impertinent you mean."

"Both."

Kayla tapped us on the shoulder. "Guys? Less hand arguing and more helping. No more powers. Nectar and Ambrosia, and our other remedies from now on."

"Fine."

Will threw his hands into the air in exasperation. I winked at Kayla and went back to the camper.

I moved to the next bed, I needed to pop his dislocated shoulder back into place and wrap the broken bone. He shied away from me. It wasn't the first time. I waved Kayla over and she explained. But he shook his head adimint. I felt the anger and hurt. I threw the bandages and sling into his lap and stormed out of the room, slamming the door open and I stormed out into the sunshine and over to the cabin. I threw myself into bed, dirty sweaty and covered in blood, but I was exhausted and needed to sleep. And if they didn't want me around, fine, I'd sleep. Take my iron and Victim D I was asleep within seconds.

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I woke with a jolt.

My dreams were of a huge raging wild flame being trapped and contained. The ice cold smooth black walls became closer, a black solid roof slammed down, cutting off any air. Cold smoke and mist swirled in the air. The flame was suffocating. It sputtered and was dying. The cold stone box became smaller. And a cold sharp voice cackled in my head.

I was twisted in my blankets. A few other Apollo kids were sleeping in the cabin now. I lay for a minute, the sun was beating through the wide open windows. None of us had waken up with the Sun Chariot guitar solo. Maybe dad saw his exhausted children struggling to heal all the campers and kept the music down. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my stuff and went to the showers.

I stood in the hot water for a long time. Finally scrubbing all the dirt and dust and grime and blood. I felt better. Slowly drying off and now I stood looking in the mirror again, wrapped in a towel. Last time I did this was before I left camp, almost a month ago, maybe longer. I didn't really look different, but I definitely felt different. My hair had changed. Firey red and white blond and flecks of gold. My eyes were still bright soft honey brown, but now they had flecks of gold. And glowed slightly. I had a wicked scar across my temple from the rock I took for Raph, I also had a scar on my palm. The skin wasn't black anymore, but the stumble of magic was scared into my skin. It was still ice white.

I inhaled and looked away. My camp t shirt was ruined and I'd have to get another one, instead I pulled a black tank top on and my jean shorts. My yellow convers sneakers somehow still held up after all they went through on our quest. The conch shell horn sounded calling us for breakfast. We all filed into the pavilion. I sat at the end of the bench. I noticed a dark figure flickering around the shadows. I watched Nico look around and then turn to leave. I filled my plate quickly. Chucked a muffin and some fruit into the fire as a thank you to Apollo and left the pavilion with my plate, balancing two to go mugs. I followed the shadow into the tree line of the forest. And sat down beside Nico.