The Daughter of War and Medicine

Rudely Interrupted

Kassandra panted, her training since the quest had been vigorous. She'd learnt a larger variety of fighting styles as she didn't want to to rely on being so sneaky, such as how to better wield a sword and shield. She'd often spar with Jason, and when they'd ban powers she found herself losing a better half of the time. But when it came to powers...

She'd achieved a greater understanding of how energy manipulation worked, and after a frustrating while finally learned how to create an item that could be physically manipulated such as a bow string, which was great when she didn't have a bow on hand.

She had also learnt how to animate objects, even if it was to a small degree. Whether it was a little spider to pull a joke on Annabeth or toy robot to amuse herself when she was bored, it was a newfound talent she had grown to be proud of.

As of now, she was sparring with Hector. It was a little risky being out in the open, but it was a short session whilst the rest of the campers ate lunch. She was using a sword, according to Hector it was vital to know how to use all forms of weaponry if she were to fight to the best of her abilities. He was one of the greatest warriors of his age, who was she to question?

"You must focus, m'lady," said the prince of Troy as he pushed Kassandra back with a simple kick to her stomach. He twirled the spear he wielded around in his hands.

"Sorry, I've just been thinking a lot."

"Care to share?"

Over the time since they'd been at camp, Hector and Kassandra had grown to know each other on a more personal level built on friendship and a liking of similar interests. The ex-huntress often shared her biggest fears and worries with the Trojan, as well as her greatest achievements and successes.  

"It's... It's about my parents. I know I've been so focused on them recently, but, well you saw my father, didn't you! He was there, but the more I think about it something just felt off. I can't explain it."

"Perhaps you should speak to someone about this. You've kept all of this stress over your parents to yourself, maybe it's time to properly speak to someone who really knew your pater?"

Kassandra could tell who he was specifically referring to. Someone whom Hector had grown to respect, so it seemed natural he'd be the one the prince would recommend. 

"Alright, get on in here," she sighed, summoning her crown.

With a flash, Hector vanished from sight and back into the mind of the ex-huntress. Kassandra abandoned her sword and shield to a vacant weapons wrack, heading to the Big House.

The young goddess gently pushed open the door to Chiron's office, and was greeted with music, one from a musician she'd heard the old centaur play before. The man who wrote it was called Frank something. 

And nodding his head to the music was Chiron himself, sat down at his desk in wheelchair form handling paperwork. Kassandra didn't expect him to be here really, especially since lunch was on. 

"Oh, Kassandra, good to see you! How's your shoulder been?" he asked. 

Ever since she had revealed more about her parentage, the two hadn't spoken as much as before. They still trained in private lessons, but there was some sort of far away look in his eyes when they were together. 

"Not bad, the scarring's not too bad. It's good to see you too Chiron." "Please, take a seat. What can I do for you?" 

Taking a seat opposite the centaur, she stretched her legs out and fixated her eyes on a framed photograph propped up on the wall behind Chiron. It looked pretty new, maybe a year old, and she could make out the camp director in front of her in the image as well as another male, similar in height. Was that her....