Broken Pieces

Chapter 1

 Pain flooded my senses. The weapon impaled my gut, right below my heart. It took all of my remaining strength to look at the man I once considered my brother and choke out, "Gods damn it. Fight." And that's when numbness took over my body and the darkness flooded my eyesight.

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I woke with a start, my breathing was labored. It was dark, but not pitch black like my dream. I sat up and scanned my surroundings. Dozens of demigods were packed in the little Hermes cabin. Mostly undetermined stayed here. I grabbed my dagger and slipped out of the cabin. It was about three hours until breakfast so I walked to the tree on the hill. Even though bloodshed and horrors have seen this camp, it had an amazing view. I dont know how long I sat there, it could have been hours, it could have been a couple of minutes. But after awhile I heard footsteps approaching me. I turned my head to be greeted by Connor Stoll. He has a lopsided smile plastered onto his tan face. He wordlessly sat down next to me. We sat in comfortable silence, until he broke it, saying,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"And I'm the queen of England."

"Yep, I know you are."

"Phoebe..."

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"How'd you know somethings wrong?" I asked.

"You're wearing your baby blanket."

I looked down, sure enough, it was wrapped around my shoulders. When did I do that?

"The only time you wear it is when you're upset, so please, tell me whats w-"

"I had the dream again." I said. He looked up.

"The one where you.... You know.."

"Yeah..."

"Did you see who stabbed you?"

"No." That was a lie.

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Another lie.

He looked at me with worry plastered on his face. He saw right through my facade. Just like he always did. But instead of saying anything he just engulfed me in a hug. I clinged to his shirt like my life depended on it. Tears threatened to break through but I shoved the feeling down. We stayed like that until breakfast. That's when we got up and walked to the dining pavilion.

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When Breakfast was over we all went to do our daily training. Everything was normal. No one trying to kill me, no one trying to kill each other, all was going great. The Hermes cabin was currently sparring. I was paired up with Luke Castellan, my cabin leader. We were even for the most part, both getting in hits every once in awhile. But eventually I disarmed him and took the victory.

"You did good, but not as good as me, Luke." I said as I helped him up.

"I wish I could slap that smirk off of your face right now." He grumbled.

"You still love me though." I said with a wink. He blushed and said something incoherent.

"You gotta speak up pretty boy." He mumbled something again.