Drake's Misguided Adventure

Chapter 6 - Gears Turning

Two days went by after Drake's incident and Ronnie finds herself walking through the destruction caused by them as the sun is setting. As one could imagine, the daughter of Eris, the goddess of strife and discord, is attracted to strife and discord. She tries to avoid it as much as possible because the camp as it is thinks of her as a natural disaster. Matter of fact, as she was passing by, she could feel the eyes stabbing her in the back. It's unfortunate, but Ronnie tends to agree with them. Her mere presence feeds the chaos and makes it grow exponentially. Yet, this time she just couldn't falter for long. Something is egging her on more so than ever.

It is currently night time, and her powers are only more extreme at night. Truth be told, she's guiltily relishes in the chaos. More than likely it's because of her blood, but she's not content with that because it feels like there's nothing that makes her her.

Still, the aftermath of the fight is enough to give her gleeful chills, but the topic that took the cake is what happened afterwards. To her surprise, when she went to see how badly damaged Drake is, Dark-Aina was sitting beside him with her hand on his forehead. From what Ronnie knows of her and her abilities, she was probably tasked by Chiron to perform some magical voodoo healing. Though, she still can't imagine her requiring longer than an hour to heal any injuries, and rumor has it that she hasn't left his side since his arrival. Now, Dark-Aina is quite a chaotic character onto herself, and frankly, she's not one Ronnie wants to tangle with down a dark alley. Drake, on the other hand, breeds chaos from the looks of it. Her first sight of him came from his fight with Alex when he first got here. There's even word saying they duked it out again the next morning. The same day that he collapsed after fighting Dark. Ronnie can't predict the future, but she knew that Drake would make her feel like she could enjoy many nice meals when she met him.

She may not have the power to sense other beings like Aina and Dark have, but she can feel the turbulence around someone in her surroundings, and Drake, he is shrouded in turmoil. Though, she isn't all too surprised. The fact that Drake is so much older than most newcomers says enough that his life out there mustn't have been easy. After all, no demigod comes here without some tragic backstory. The only thing that counts is whether they make here sooner rather than later.

Her first stop is at the beach, the location where it all started. The wind and tide covered most of the damage from that day, but it looks like Drake was driven out of the beach deliberately as the sand further from the shore still shows the gist of the battle. Still, not much to see at the beach. She does find it odd however that a large mound of sand is sitting just at the edge of the beach.

Moving away from the beach to the woods, were the bulk of the confrontation took place, she slowly walks alongside the ramification of the brawl, Ronnie's passage leisurely undid the healing of the destruction. This is something she has full control over, and the only reason she is doing so is to properly bask in the devastation. Even this has its limits though. Veronica can only muster so much chaos before she loses control, and she has great knowledge of her what her cap is.

Ronnie looks back at the scene, one would be forgiven for thinking a bulldozer stormed through the place. The nymphs aren't exactly happy such a metaphor is so accurate, nor the fact she has undone the healing they worked so hard to bring. Currently halfway to the creek where the encounter ended, her eyes follow the path way to her feet, but something catches her eye. She walks back and sees a patch of grass is dryer than its surroundings, to the point of being practically dead. The fault of this can't be her. Only casually walking past this spot isn't enough to cause this. Even the spot where she stood for a bit isn't like this.

What the hell happened here? She asks herself.

Her hand goes to touch the dead grass instinctively, a rush goes over her. It is brief but she now feels like she is having a sugar high, a distressing sugar high. Whatever happened to this location, it isn't natural and shouldn't be possible. Nothing she knows about Dark-Aina says this is her doing, that only leaves Drake. What did he do? She looks at the path ahead, with her blood now more alert, a looming dread begins pressing on her. Her mind and body are telling her to leave it as is, but her gut stands firm. She isn't about to let whatever is over there scare her away.