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Chapter 12: Crying Bells, Areith and Camera

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Chapter 12: Crying Bells, Areith and Camera

Arabelle grasped her book tightly, afraid it might fall down as she stared at the first rays of sun emerge from the sky. She leaned against the hard wooden trunk of the tree, her legs dangling from the branch and swinging lightly. She placed her hand on her mouth, trying to stifle her yawn, though she wasn’t successful at it. Why she woke up at 5 in the morning and decided to climb the tallest tree her eyes landed on, surpassed her. But then, it isn’t Arabelle Prier, if she doesn’t accomplish weird things in life.

She sighed as she glanced at the sky, thinking about the past happenings. She has gotten along at camp really well; sometimes that thought almost scared her, because normally she doesn’t appreciate change, but she can adapt rather quickly. She has made friends at her temporally cabin, though she still spends her time alone. But she dosen’t mind, she focuses on training more. It’s a normal routine now, sword fighting, archery, Greek lessons, rock climbing. But there that one thing that still bothers her.

Nico di’ Angelo.

She rarely sees him now. He stayed for the first week, but now…she hasn’t seen him for a whole week. It scares her, because it was Nico who told her that the outside world is dangerous for demigods, but he himself is outside somewhere, but where? Nico was the only true friend she has ever made. They both were strangers to each other, but they stuck together on each other’s company. To her, it was comfortable, she felt at ease when she was with him. But now without him, she feels alone. Sure, she was made new friends at camp, but they weren’t him. Even though it was her who does all the talking, it was her who drags him to do random stuff with her, like sneaking of the library at night, climbing trees, waking up early in the morning to climb at the rooftop to see the sun rise, chasing squirrels for no reason, prank calling all the bullies who used to tease her at school. 

She smiled as she remembered the time when she nearly fell on thin ice on the lake. It happened when Arabelle was running from Nico and the mischievous Aaron, who both were threatening to throw the large snow ball at her. She wasn’t looking where she was running to; she went on ahead having no care of the world around her. That was until the ice cracked beneath her.

‘Oh,’ she thought realization dawing to her, ‘I am standing on the lake.’

Looking at Nico, she knew he realized the same thing. ‘It will be alright,’ he said, ‘Just retrace your steps,’

She wasn’t scared, she knew; but she didn’t want to fall into the icy cold water. She wasn’t afraid of the water, in fact she wanted to drown in them, it was the cold she was afraid of. Slowly, she took a step forward, the ice cracking slightly beneath her, forming spider webs on the crystallized, alabaster water.

‘Look at me, Bells,’ Nico said, advancing forward, ‘Look at me.’

Bells.

That was the first time he had called her that. She slowly looked at him, ‘Bells,’ she thought, ‘That’s what he called me.’ And ever so slowly she was walking her way back, her eyes glued to Nico.

‘I like Nico’s hair,’ she thought, ignoring the cracking voices of the ice, ‘They are messy and un kept, but they looks so soft, that it makes me wanna run my hand through it.

She took another step forward.

‘I like Nico’s eyes,’ she recalled, ‘They contain so much hurt and pain, but it still reminds me of dark chocolate that I use to eat to keep me awake to study for finals.’