Searching through the forest isn't easy. Especially if you don't know where you are or what you're looking for. My name is Gabriel Adam, and I am lost in the forest. The forest where you are least likely to survive the monsters, let alone unarmed. My name is Gabriel Adam, and I may die.
This counselor told me to track down this loose hellhound, issue is I don't know what it looks like. I had only gotten claimed that morning, had got used to this place, and now I have to already ruin my peace? What a rip-off. I'm a good kid, I do what I'm told, so of course now I'm lost in the woods. I was new! Not only that but--I ran into this other kid. He seemed rather malnourished, as if he hadn't eaten in a while. His clothing torn and part of his shirt ripped off. It had seemed to be of use as a bandage, wrapped around his hemorrhaging knee. And of course, he reeked. As if he hadn't been able to use anything but the occasional rain for a shower. He immediately toppled over. It was as if he had been completely deprived of everything and was rather disoriented.
And, still being a good kid, I picked him up, slung the boy over my shoulder, and carried him back to where I thought camp was. Time passed before I realized I had just walked in a circle. I set the kid down against a tree, looking over him. Only now could I tell he had blacked out because he would not wake up no matter how hard I tapped him. Just great . . .
I picked the kid back up and having only walked a straight line, I got there in a quick 2 hours. :)
Taking the kid to the infirmary wasn't easy. I had to sneak past the harpies, and, on a limb, hope I was going the right way. Turns out I was and all is well, other than the fact that I was too scared to leave the safety of the infirmary. I took the best care of him that I could, hoping that I knew enough to help him. I bandaged his knee as correct as I could after washing it a little. I even gave him that one weird yellow-y honey looking drink. Like I said, a good kid.
And, of course, I fell asleep sitting on the floor next to his bed. Next thing I knew, I was getting those balls of bandages thrown at my head. I, of course, screeched, and threw it back. It hit the poor kid I had rescued.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, "
I said like a good kid. I walked to him and immediately got hit in the head with another bandage roll. He threw it. I screamed,
"Hey! I saved you from that forest! You should thank me! "
He decided to be a brat and roll his eyes and cross his arms, giving me a pouty look. He had the audacity--
"I don't owe you anything--You were doing what you were told, no? "
I really did wanted to smack that look right off his dumb face.
"No, actually! I was supposed to kill off this dumb monster, not save you! "
I almost regretted it when I saw the disappointed look on his face. Almost. I picked up my sword, trying to prove my point. He ran off to what I assumed to be his cabin. I scowled, walking out of the office to go to my cabin. Now that, that was easy and simple, nothing to it.
Is what I would have said if that was truth! August Dunns--Who was even dumber than that other kid--Was there! Giving the kid I saved a bad time! So, being a good kid again, I ran on over to help him. August wasn't claimed at this point, so I wasn't scared of him. I punched him right in the jaw, got him on the ground, stomped on his ugly face---No I didn't. I, still like a good kid, asked him to leave him alone and when he didn't, we started arguing. It happens all the time, and living in the same cabin didn't help.
I'm a Hermes kid. He's unclaimed. We have to share what is rightfully mine and my half-siblings with him.
"Come on, Gabs! Me and Brookes were just having fun! "
Brookes? Me and Brookes? It's "Brookes and I" you insignificant piece of--
"Brookes and I. "
"What? "
"The proper grammar is Brookes and I. "
I pointed out like the smart guy I am. And this is where I regret everything. A hologram of the Helm of Darkness appeared above his head. I didn't understand immediately, this Brookes guy would have to tell me what it means later. I'm not the only good kid here. Brooky boy here took me by the arm, dragged me into our cabin, and informed me about what that meant. August was the son of Hades, and I had officially made the son of Hades wish for my disappearance.
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