We’ve arrived.
My training instincts kick in. I freeze while I strain my ears. I don’t hear anything unnatural. I slowly look around me: I only see the Commander and the Soldiers. No danger.
I allow myself to relax a little, but I don’t let my guard down. Lesson one: never let your guard down.
I let go of #5’s hand and look at the Commander for instructions. He gestures for us to follow him. We walk silently until we are at a high spot where we can overlook the enemy’s camp. We lie down on our stomach and look at the view below us.
It’s a pretty big camp, surrounded by a forest and beach. Not much further from is a volleyball court, to the left of that is a big, light-blue house, to the right a smaller house with a harp above the door. Further right is a big amphitheatre and a climb wall.
The camp is split in two by a river with a lake. Past the river, I see many cabins and a big open-air temple with pick-nick tables in it. To the left of the cabins is a big field with small plants, maybe strawberries or raspberries.
On the opposite side of the camp is a big forest with a small creek coming from it. Between the forest and the field are three other buildings: one looks like a stable, one like a forge and in between those is a smaller building with a sword and shield above the door. That must be the armoury.
“Soldier #4,” the Commander whispers. We listen closely to him, but keep looking at the camp. “Where is the enemy most likely to take shelter, when needed?”
“The amphitheatre, Commander.” #4 replies immediately.
“Good. Why, Soldier #9, did #4 suggest the amphitheatre?” the Commander asks me. I look at the amphitheatre: it’s a huge building with thick, stone walls and pretty small entrances.
“The thick walls are difficult to destroy, the small entrances ensure that they can’t be overwhelmed by our troops and it’s very big, many people could take shelter in there, Commander.” I answer.
“Good. Soldier #2, where is the best place to start the attack?”
He takes a few seconds before answering: “The big field, Commander.”
“Good. And why, Soldier #5?”
“This camp is an unknown terrain to us, so it would be wise to attack on a open terrain. This will prevent that we will be surprised by hiding enemies, Commander.” he whispers.
The Commander isn’t satisfied with this answer. “And?”
I can almost hear the gears working in his mind. “We won’t have to cross the river, the river would only slow us down, Commander.” he finally whispers.
“Good, let’s go set that armoury on fire.”
-
I stand in the shadows of the armoury, searching for enemies. The Commander is inside with Soldier #2, placing the Greek fire. The others are doing the same as me.
I scan the area over and over again while straining my ears, until I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. I look at the person and see it’s Soldier #5. He gestures for me to follow him. We go around the armoury until we meet with the others.
“Listen closely,” the Commander whispers. “I’ve set the Greek fire. I only have to click this button,” he holds up a small device. “and hell will break loose. We shadow-travel to the edge of the forest. There we’ll keep an eye on the armoury, see if it’ll ignite correctly. Then, mission accomplished, we’ll go back to the palace.”
We nod in unison and shadow-travel. We arrive at the forest and turn to look at the small building, now stuffed with Greek fire. The Commander holds up three fingers and counts down to zero.
Three.
Two.
One.
A few flames appear through the window. I frown in confusion. I thought we would have more fire.
“Styx!” the Commander loudly curses. He looks at Soldier #2. “Go back to the armoury and fix the wiring, you will have to do it fast. I will push this button again in ten seconds.” Then he looks at me. “#9, accompany him.”
We nod and shadow-travel next to the armoury. “Stay here and look out for enemies” he says and goes inside.
10...
Noises come from the stables, the horses must have smelled the fire.
9...
I scan the cabins and the big house, the enemy must be sleeping there.
8...
Styx! I see lights go on in some of the cabins and the big house.
7...
I look through the open door of the armoury. #2 is still crouched down, fiddling with the wires.
6...
I hear people shouting. I look back to see some people out of their cabins and running to us.
5...
I put my hand on the handle of the sword.
4...
I feel a hand on my shoulder. It’s #2. “Let’s get out of here.” he says over the fire, which is becoming bigger and bigger.
3...
He shadow-travels and I’m about to do the same, but I hear a faint whizzing sound. Like a sword cutting through air. I get my sword and turn around, just in time to parry my opponent’s attack. My eyes meet dark, almost black eyes.
2...
How did he get here so fast? I glance at the other kids, they are still running. As if he could read my mind, the boy in front of me says: “You’re not the only one who can shadow-travel.”
1...
Just as he wants to strike again, the light of the flames illuminate my face and he falters. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “P... Percy?”
0...
That all I hear before the Greek fire explodes and I lose consciousness.
-A/N-
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