Chapter Fifteen

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Piper's 'physical training' was a little different from Percy's.

Instead of teaching me how to fight with a sword, she decided not to teach me to fight at all.

Instead, as soon as she had said the words, "Physical Training," the entire room changed. We were in a track building.

She had magically been transformed into... spandex. She was instantly wearing spandex shorts, and beautiful, new Nike sneakers, and her hair was up in a perfect ponytail, with not one hair out of place.

I looked down at myself, and saw that I had been transformed too. I had a pair of blue and white Adidas sneakers on, and my own pair of spandex running shorts. I felt my hair. I had a pony tail in too. I bet it didn't look as good as Pipers though.

The only differences in our outfits, other than the sneakers, were our shirts. She was wearing the faded orange shirt from earlier, only the words were too blurry to read. It reminded me of how I couldn't read... the kid from my childhoods... orange shirt either... Weren't they the same color orange? Huh...

I couldn't continue that rain of thought, for at that very moment, Piper called out to me.

"Tira?" she said. "Ready to start?"

"Sure," I replied, to my ... half sister. That'd take some of getting used to.

She pointed out to a green running track that looked like a gigantic obstacle course.

"We're going to be running that. Take as much time as you need, but at the same time try to hurry. I'll be timing you." She said.

"Okay." I said slowly. I looked at it. It was huge. "What is the time you want me to end with?" I asked her.

"Some where at about... eight minutes." She said, nonchalantly.

I looked at her. She was crazy. This was like a mile and a half long, with steep rock walls, monkey bars crossing deep pits, and ... was that mud?! Ew!

"Ready, get set, go!" She yelled. I took off. Even if she was crazy, I still wanted to see how fast I could do it.

I sprinted down the only flat part of the track, and came to the first obstacle- the rock wall. I looked up. It was probably seventeen feet high. I started climbing, and made it to the top, with no time to spare.

Let's just say, I'll be going with one shoe for the rest of this.

I got to the top, and pulled my legs over the side of the rock wall, and looked down. On the other side there was... a ...seventeen foot... drop. I looked down in fear. I'm not scared of heights, or falling... I'm just scared of landing. And that doesn't look like it'd leave a happy landing.

I looked at the wall. No ladders, or anything. I braced myself, and slowly turned around. Centering myself, I slowly lowered my self until I was hanging just barely with my fingertips. That should have cut off five feet off the drop. And then I let go.

Hitting the ground, I bent my knees, and only felt a slight pain in the ankle without a shoe on. Next time, I'm tying my shoes tighter. I turned, and started lopsided jogging towards the next obstacle.

The next obstacle, was the monkey bars. I looked down at the pit I'd be climbing over. It was full of shadows, and about forty feet wide. I looked, there was no way around. I wiped my hands on my pants, took a deep breath, and started climbing. About half-way, my arms started to tire. I hesitated, but finally curiosity win over. I looked down,

And gulped. That was way too far down to drop now. I continued swinging, ignoring the protests in my arms.

Finally, I was across.

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