Theives Like Us

16

The trio set to work from morning till night, only taking loo brakes and lunch breaks. They were being trained personaly by Chiron and one of the elder satyr's.

Rhyan sat at the side, watching. Birch was learning with his pan pipes while Crash was practicing with a sword.

Crash ducked and dived, parried and blocked, twisted and turned. It was strange to watch unlike Rhyan he didn't dance with the blade. They weren't in control leaving him to dodge, despite having the ability to finish him. Crash was in charge.

"Crash go get a drink. Then you'll fight each other."

Rhyan got up and walked over, twisting the clasps of her bracelets as Crash came back. Crash attacked. The bracelets turned into her blades.

She swung at him. He blocked. "Foot work Rhyan."

Rhyan was trying hard but Chiron wanted them to fight in the style he'd just taught her, which was fine for Crash seeing as he already knew it- but for Rhyan. Well she had her own style that she wanted to use. Nether the less she carried on trying.

"Crash this is a friendly fight."

"Rhyan, you should have blocked there!"

Chiron was getting on her nerves now. She didn't want to be mistaken. Honestly she thought the guy was amazing but all he was doing was pointing out her flaws, awhile Crash was gaining the upper hand.

"Rhyan, attack. Now!"

Rhyan rolled her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore. "Nah. Its my style now."

Rhyan blocked then pushed Crash away.

The duo struck and dived at each other. It was obvious to Rhyan that Crash was just toying with her while she was giving him her all.

Crash went to block, then turned and tripped her up. Rhyan tried to get up but Crash pushed himself on top of her harder making sure she couldn't get up. He pressed his blade to her throat. Iustitia.

It cirtainly wasn't doing her any iustitia.

Chiron coughed and looked away, he did try to help her and admittedly she had lasted longer than expected.

"Crash wins."

He was cut off by a deep groan. Chiron looked over to the duo. Crash was rolling on the floor. Chiron winced, he could only imagen what Crash was feeling.

"Don't count me out just yet." Rhyan breathed getting up.

"You play dirty Theft... That could get you killed- or keep you alive...." Crash groaned before murmering, "That bloody hurt."

Crash looked up at the girl that had sent him to his knees. Rhyan's pony tail had come loose and bits of dirt and twigs had stuck themselves to her orange Camp Half Blood top. She was breathing hard and had her tonfa blades weilded, one in defence, one in attack.

Crash smirked. He might actually enjoy this. It'd be good to strike some fear into her before she betrayed him anyway.

The pair charged at eachother, fighting harder than before. To Crash this was still just a game. To Rhyan this was about preparing her self for what was about to come.

The fight went on for about 5 minutes, before Crash inevitably won. Rhyan laid on the floor. She was shattered.

As Rhyan laid there the sun shone brightly into her eyes. It reminded her of the stair way to heaven. This is it she thought. This is me, dieing from a simple spar. This is it. 5 shadows moved towards her, turning into one.

A hand.

Crash's hand. He was offering to help her up. She moved his hand out the way.

"I was trying to die in peace, thank you very much!" Rhyan stood shakily.

A blonde boy came running over to Rhyan. Luke Callestan.

"Rhyan, you missed snack time so I bought you some.... Are you okay laying on the floor?"

Luke sat down next to her and Rhyan sat up. "I bought you some food... coz you know, you haven't eaten yet."

"Rhyan, man you need to eat." Birch called as Rhyan took the snacks that Luke had given her. "Why haven't you eaten?"

"She can't." Crash answered. Birch looked at him confused. "She needs to stretch her stomach slowly so she doesn't make herself sick."

Birch nodded. "Like you-"

"Yes."

Rhyan looked at crash oddly. "Try biscuits. There good to snack on."

Crash walked off. He didn't want her knowing about his pre-camp self, especially if she was going to betray him. Only those he trusted would know.

Shortly after Rhyan had finished eating, Chiron shoed the trio away. "Go and recuperate" He had said.

Birch and Crash went off in one direction while Rhyan and Luke went in the other.

•~*~•~*~•~*~•~*~•

Oliver and Noah were hanging out and avoiding Rhyan. They hadn't had time to talk to each other much since they had been claimed- Even less now they each had duties to attend to.

"Did she mention anything about the quest to you?"

Noah shook his head. "Maybe she thinks she needs to prove herself to us..."

"Then we should show her that we don't need help. That we can cope on our own." The boys agreed.

Noah and Oliver knew they would cope no matter what. They always had, only this time they had to do it without Rhyan but at least they had the camp.

Noah and Oliver had taken two very different aproaches when it came to integrating into their daily rutines at Camp Half-Blood. Noah Theft took it slow, eating 3 small meals a day and slowly building the portions up. He'd set himself a rota to stick to. Wake up, shower and get dressed. Have breakfast, complete the rest of his day.

Oliver Agrawal, had taken a different route. He adapted the habits of most of his siblings. Stuffing his face full of food then tinkering around long into the night. For his large burly siblings, this worked. But for the small Indian boy it did nothing but make him sick, starting up yet more problems for the boy.

Both boys sat together at lunch, just munching and talking, when Oliver had an idea. He didn't have much time but Oliver was going to start his first project.

•~*~•~*~•~*~•~*~•

Rhyan tossed and turned in her sleep.

The weeks had passed too quickly for Rhyan. Her training wasn't going great, she was the teams weakest link, her team didn't trust her and to top it all off she was 8 hours 27 minutes away from going on a death defying mission. Just peachy.

6:30am. Rhyan couldn't sit in bed any longer. She needed to do something. Anything.

Rhyan started packing for the mission. She wasn't sure what the camp would provide so she used her smarts. The pick pocketing kind of smarts she'd learned the hard way.

She looked at her findings. A spare orange CHB top, some spare change and sweets. Typical Hermes campers. It was better than nothing.

Rhyan put her findings into the back pack she'd kept from the streets. Inside it still had the rags from the blanket her and the boys had shared as well as the odd penny or two.

As she opened the cabin door, Chiron was waiting outside.

"Restless night?" Rhyan nodded. "Crash, Birch and a few others are waiting by the forest for you."

A/N~ I know it's short but it was kinda just a filler. I hope it's not too bad but meh.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!