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Pavo sits up, instantly getting a head rush. He looks around groggily before snapping awake. The demi god springs to his feet immediately before stumbling over his own feet and barely righting himself in time. His blue eyes dart around frantically, finaly locking on the girl that was standing a few feet away and watching the sunrise.

"Did you knock me out?" Pavo accuses as he reaches for his sword, hands grasping only empty air. Ichor turns to face him and he glares at the sword hanging off her belt. His sword.

"No. I have no reason for such foolishness." Ichor says and her voice is like ice. No, not ice... Diamond. Cold, sharp, and hard. Yet still keeping that almost frustrating beauty.

"Then what the heck happened?" The boy asks as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares angrily at Ichor. The little devil... how dare she disarm him? And she actually is a monster. Pavo shudders at the thought, once again wishing he could draw his sword. Ichor folds her arms across the front of her torn dress, mimicking him mockily.

"You passed out that's what happened. Fainted, just like a girl." Ichor says with a snicker. She dros her hands down to her hips, fingering the hilt of Pavo's sword as he glares at her. "And I took this for my own protection, you would run me through as soon as you woke up."

"Of course I would, you're a monster! And you just insulted your own gender, in case you didn't notice." Pavo snaps back, still feeling as if he was losing the conversation. And he was probably feeling that way because Ichor had the only weapon.

Pavo takes a cautinary step bacl as Ichor's eyes narrow and her slender fingers clench around the hilt of the sword. "I meant human girl and there's no need to remind me! You think I don't know what I am?!" The girl snaps before whirling around, braid whipping around and snapping out to land over her shoulder. Pavo goes to speak, but then stops. Ichor's breaths are ragged and her shoulders temble. Almost as if she where on the verge of exloding... Pavo gulps nervously. This wasn't good. A monster had his only sword and was very, very ticked off at him.

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Ichor's vision blurs red as she struggles to not whirl around and sink Pavo's sword into his own ungrateful neck. He had gone and fainted, falling over in the middle of the road. Ichor had dragged him out of the public's eye, a good distance, mind you, before then taking his sword. Except she had lied. She hadn't taken his sword for protection against Pavo. She had taken it so that she could protect his unconscious self if monsters had attacked. And after all that consideration, did she get a thank you? No. Not even close. Instead Pavo basically blamed her for his own wimpiness before calling her evil. Ichor had decided, although fairly recently, that she would never again do anything to justify the title "monster."

Ichor takes another steadying breath before turning around and drawing her sword. She can practically smell Pavo's fear and hatred as he backs away, hands raised with their palms facing Ichor.

"I was just giving your sword back!" Ichor snarls as she throws the blade at his feet. She then unstraps the belt and tosses it across to the demi god. She turns away again and stalks off, tears pricking at her eyes. Ichor doesn't care about the stupid, arrogant boy... but she feels helpless against the very thing that she is. Her father created her this way, like a monster. But does that automcatically make her one? Ichor had wished it didn't, but Pavo was confirming the worst. And for that she hates him.

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The steel weapon balances on Pavo's palms as he stares after the retreating Ichor. She fought like a monster, snarled like a monster, and was as unhuman as a monster. But the label didn't seem to fit... Why hadn't she killed him the first time? Why hadn't she killed him the second? Why had she done nothing to hurt or even restrain him while he was unconscious? And most of all... Why did she, does she, struggle so hard to control herself?

Pavo watches the girl storm off before turning away and running a hand through his blond hair. He slides the weapn back into it's sheath and glances up the mountain to his home. Ichor had said that her father wanted all the demi gods dead... Pavo shudders at the thought of Kronos being out to get him. Kronos, the oldest and arguably most powerful titan, had put a price on his head. Figuratively, but the point still stands.

Pavo was doomed.

And so the boy sighs, turning away from his home and walking down the mountain path further. Ichor was so far ahead he could no longer see her outline, but that only served to make him feel relief. She causes to many questions and to many fears. Which, considering that his life was now threatened, would only serve to cause more danger. So he walks along the road, his mind spinning further and further down the road of denial.

He wishes it was possible to pick his parents.

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