The Demigod Games

Chapter 4

"Wow," Piper gasps as she stares at the faint light from all our weapons.

"We'd better take shelter. We're pretty exposed here," I suggest and start packing up our things.

Frank grabs his bow and arrow and loads an arrow into place. "I'll look out for you guys. Keep packing, but do it quickly."

Jason takes out a dagger as well.

"We should really get back to the chest you two found the weapons in. Daggers aren't going to work well if we get in a fight. They'll only work for hunting."

When I'm done packing, Frank guides us towards the place with the chest. We unearth it together and Jason and Piper help themselves to the weapons. Unfortunately, there's no spare armour. I take mine off and pass it to Piper.

Piper chooses a short sword, about half the length of the one I have, but it still looks equally deadly if in the right hands. Or wrong? I don't know who to trust with a blade.

Jason picks the spear, which is a metre and a half long. The thing has a sharp tip, and that's the only weapon that is gold. It doesn't glow, so we are slightly relieved. The enemy, whoever they were, would not be able to see us that easily.

Jason finds a button to compress the spear and the tip slides into itself, reducing its length by half. He tucks it into his belt as Frank seals the chest once more and buries it.

Piper and I hold out our weapons as a light as well as a defence. There will definitely be monsters, especially since it's night time.

"Get some sleep. Frank and I will take first watch," I say and take out the two sleeping bags.

"Wake us after three hours or if you hear anything," Piper says and starts tucking herself into the black bag. I nod and Piper tucks her blade into her sleeping bag.

Frank and I prop ourselves up against a tree. My sword lights up the surroundings, but its not enough. I use this time to try and get my memory back, but I can't find anything further back than when I woke up in the chamber.

"Hazel, do you think we've met before? Before this arena thing, I mean," Frank breaks the silence and asks.

I shrug, but I know that he had a place somewhere in my memory before it was wiped out. I just had this familiar feeling that I knew him. I glance over wistfully, wishing that I knew who he really was.

I stared at the grass around me, but each time I touched one, it immediately wilted under my fingers. The moonlight trickled down through the canopy of the pine forest, shining onto Frank's chubby face.

"Frank, we knew each other, didn't we," I say casually, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Maybe, but it's all gone. Maybe we can start over?" Frank asks me as I stare at him, taking in the moonlight reflecting off his cute brown eyes, the neatly cut jet-black hair that is swept to one side, the muscular, tan body.

"You're staring," Frank says after a while. I look away awkwardly, but I know it is the beginning of our relationship.