Theives Like Us

21

The two demigods were sitting next to each other with there backs against the large Yew tree.

To Rhyan, Crash looked confused, horrified, scared and exahsted all at the same time. But mainly exahsted.

"How about you get some sleep, Bandicoot? I'll keep watch." Apparently Crash was too tired to argue as with in seconds his eyes shut and his breathing evened out and he was asleep.

If Rhyan was being honest she was super bored. All she could do was look at the spirits hanging in the tree above them and wonder what they did.

Most of the souls were pairs. Young girl, older boy. Older woman, Younger boy. Some it was older women, younger girl. Others older man, younger boy. But most were similar ages.

The ones hanging from the tree seemed to be almost unmarked. No bruises, no scars. Nothing... but the one sitting next to them weren't as lucky. Most had bruises and scars, some older than others.

Something went thud on Rhyan's shoulder and she tenced before Crash's light snoring deafened her. Rhyan's tried not to move but Crash had a very heavy head.

After an hour of sitting there Rhyan could feel herself starting to drift off to sleep, only to be woken by wriggling and shouting.

Crash was having another nightmare. She wasn't exactly sure what to do. Normally when Oliver or Noah had a nightmare she would wake them up and help them settle, but Birch had told her to pretend to be ignorant.

"Psst. Crash. Psst." She shook him a little and slowly he woke up.

"What did you hear?" He asked, hostilit laced with fear in his voice.

"Nothing really, just wondering if-"

"Don't lie." Crash pulled his knees up to his face and curled up in the fetal position. "What did you hear?"

"I'm not sure. I wasn't paying much attention. It's your business, not mine."

Crash started to weave his fingers in thin air, when Rhyan noticed there were 3 thin strands from his CHB top.

"What are you doing? With your hands I mean."

"Ummm I just do it sometimes. It helps with the ADHD..."

"What's that?" Crash looked at her strangely.

"Most demigod's have it. It helps us deal with out battle reflexes in a day to day life... with out, you know, attacking anyone."

"Wait..." Rhyan just remembered it. How couldn't she have noticed. He'd gotten so embarrased when May mentioned it before. It was obvious, she just needed it confirming. "It was you that braided May's hair every day, wasn't it?"

Crash looked at her and shook his head burying it in his crossed arms.

"Now who's lieing?" He was obviously embarrased. It clearly wasn't something he thought boys should be doing, or maybe it was something he didn't think a son of ares would do?

"I was only asking because if it was you I was going to ask if you can do my hair."

Crash shook his head. "It wasn't me!"

"Well fine. I was only asking and anyways, now you're awake you can keep watch while I sleep and until Birch turns up."

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Rhyan wasn't sure why she was so relaxed but she was pretty sure it had something to do with the fingers running through her hair.

She moved only to have her hair yanked roughly over to its original position. "Stay still."