Reality to Fairytale

First Combat in Camp

11. First combat in camp

“…lan, Dylan!” Derek was shaking Dylan’s shoulder. “Mmm…” Dylan groaned and buried her face in the pillow, trying to ignore the noise.

Suddenly she felt herself drenched in cold water from head to toe. Letting out a startled shriek, she shot up from her bed. Derek stood above her holding a blue pail, the water that once used to be inside was all over her and her bed. Narrowing her eyes menacingly at Derek, he returned it with a sheepish and innocent grin.

Dylan opened her palm and let a zing of electricity shoot out from it causing Derek to jump back in defense, dropping the pail. Raising his hands in surrender, he yelped, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Dylan stood up and walked over to him, Derek gulped and fear flashed in his eyes as he backed away. Abruptly, Dylan launched herself against Derek and hugged him tightly, laughing loudly. “I’m not going to hurt you, you looked so cute when you are scared!” she cried.

Derek growled and peeled her wet body away from his. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

She grinned and ruffled his hair like a dog before sauntering into the bathroom. Derek peeled his wet shirt away from his body and groaned, “Now, I need to change again.”

For breakfast, everyone feasted on their own meals the podium was empty and the campers were busy fooling around without adult supervision. Dylan wished for pancakes in blackcurrant syrup and happily munched up her first meal of the day. This was the second day of her camp and she hoped that there would not be a repeat of yesterday with any explosions. Of course, she was wrong.  

The mistake came halfway in her meal as a letter floated in front of her causing her to jump up in shock letting her fork clank nosily against her plate.

“Whoa. A combat declaration already? So fast?!” Derek exclaimed, surveying the floating letter then their surroundings.

“This is not good.” Dennis groaned beside her. As there was no supervision today, campers sat everywhere. Confused, she plucked the letter from mid air and opened it.

Combat Declaration:

Travis Conner and Dylan Everetts 

Water versus Electricity

Cabin Five against Cabin One

Dylan raised her eyebrows, “What is this? A combat?” Dennis nodded and wrapped an arm around her waist, “Receiver has no choice. It’s like war, really. You get to wear an amour and all and you use your powers till either of you win.”

“How do you know who wins? This combat isn’t till death right?” Dylan asked worriedly. Derek chuckled, “Nope, the amour reflects your physical state. When it glows red, you can’t hold on any longer and the other party wins.”

Dennis intertwined his hand with Dylan’s, “Be careful okay? Travis is really violent and I’m afraid he would hurt you really bad.”

Dylan smiled at his concern for her. “I know, thank you.”

“Excuse me, lovebirds,” Derek interrupted. “Shouldn’t you be practicing your powers right now?” He looked at Cabin Five and frowned, “Travis is probably blasting some mannequins now.”

Ten minutes later, Dylan was wearing a pair of matching ‘ninja dressing’ courtesy of Derek. He said that the clothing could withstand the poison from the water of the sorcerer. It was a skin tight dark blue sweater and pants that were sticking like a second skin on her, making Dennis stare shamelessly at her all this while.