Cam Valdez and the Lost Origins: The Unkown Twin

Headaches, Dreams, and a Friend That Hates Me

     You know that feeling you get when you walk into a room knowing you have to get or do something then you completely forget what it is? Then a while later you remember but then it's usually too late? Fantastic, now you know the exact predicament I'm in once Donut dropped me off on the beach of Long Island Sound! 

     It had been almost a week since Hermes's visit. The sun was setting off in the west, giving the rolling waves of the bay a fiery glow. I sat on a rock taking all this in. 

     I was here. I had finally arrived on Long Island.
 
     But now what?
 
     Hermes hadn't said anything about how to find this camp once I got here. I didn't have an address, a name (that I remembered), or even a description of the place! I was exhausted and had no place to sleep. Plus I had run out of money a day or so ago, what with all the donuts Donut insisted on me buying throughout our journey. 

     Then, only less than an hour ago, Donut had landed here. I had let the pegasi eat the last of a day old box of donuts (is this cannibalism?), since I wasn't hungry and I was sick of donuts. Then we heard a high pitched whistle that seemed to be emanating somewhere to the east of us, then my ride lifted off and abandoned me, disappearing in a few clouds. 

     I was stranded. No money. No food. No water. No sense in which way to direct myself toward. Nothing. I had practically been robbed blind. I pounded the rock next to me, only succeeding in making my fists go numb. 

     Finally, about an hour or two after dark, I couldn't stand it anymore. I gathered up my bag, removed my shoes and socks which would only hinder me, and started walking along the beach to the east. After a few minutes, I broke into a run, spewing sand up behind me. Ah! It felt good to run! The cool night breeze at my back, urging me on, the sand under my toes, the waves occasionally licking my feet! 
 
     Soon a bend in my running path approached me, but I didn't slow down as I ran around a few larger rocks and-

      Smack!

     I tripped over what I thought to be two, long rocks, and headfirst into a concealed pool. I came up sputtering and coughing. Standing up, the water came just above my waist. (Which isn't saying much because on a normal sized person it would only come up to their knees.)

     "Great, all I ever wanted was to be soaked in the middle of the night with no place to go. And without a change of clothes," I said, exasperated. Then gave the sea a two fingered salute, "Thanks a ton, Posiedon." (I did a little bit of research on my flight over here.)

     I sighed and turned around to see the things I had tripped over had… eyes.  One pair had blue eyes and the other... the other looked familiar but I couldn't place how I knew the harsh, dark brown. 

     Immediately I snatched Ygro Metallo and felt it turn into a hammer, the metal giving off a light glow. But what I saw when I looked up baffled me even more. There lay two bodies, wearing swim trunks, staring at me. The boy with the blue eyes was wearing bright yellow swim trunks decorated with little suns and beaches and seashells, he also had an almost perfect tan and a mop of golden hair to perfect the hot surfer look. 
  
     The second boy was a bit harder to see, since he wore black trunks decorated with skulls and to top that off he was wearing a black swim shirt, along with his own mop of dark black hair. A few feet away from this picture was a backpack, a ring that looked like a skull, and a sword made off some black iron, emitting power. 

     I stared at the sword for a few seconds, trying to figure out what it was made of. It might have been Elysium- which is black- but that is heavy and wouldn't make sense in a fight. It could be Black Ceramic -which is a little bit lighter- but, no. It was, in some way, magical like my own weapon.