A scraggly and messy girl stumbled to the entrance of the camp, her steps calculated with the right amount of fatigue. Her eyes were masked with pain, with a cunning glint underneath. Her messy blonde hair was dusted to look dirty but stunning.
The camp interrogated her. She stayed silent, so they guessed she was mute. She handed them a simple note, explaining who and what she was,along with her purpose. They felt a twinge of pity and empathy. She denied medical attention, claiming through writing it would heal up. The Romans were suspicious, of course, so they sent eagles to watch her. What they didn't realise that each action of the camp was sent away while the eagles trailed her.
I frown, washing the grime off my body and hair. Really, He went overkill. The cuts were a work of some kind of magic. My question is how a son of a tree god can work this damn magic. The 'cut' was rid of the 'blood'. My fabulously weird skin was going to be marked with fake scars until I get the flip outta here. I snicker. Autumn is just around the corner. If I stick around, they'll be surprised at how fabulous, correction, even more fabulous, I'll look. I resist the urge to sing. One, I need them to think I'm mute. Two, If they find out, I won't be able to manipulate and track this camp for Andrik.
Maybe it's the fact that he's the son of a tree god, but I long for his companion ship. I cringe at myself, that was the cheesiest line I'll ever say. I sink deeper into the bath, calculating this to be the perfect move for a shy and reserved girl.
After bathing I step out and quickly put on the robe on the side of the tub. I change, privately, and head to the barracks. It sort of cosy, but I long for my apartment. With my fourposter bed. And private room.
My heart twinges as I think of my 'former' crush. He lived below me and checked by occasionally and asked me out for dinner. I blink back tears. He was gone now. No use on wondering what we could've been.
I send my report discreetly to Andrik. I headed for dinner.
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Clashing Fates {BEING REWRITTEN}
FanfictionBased in the world of Rick Riordon's HOO, PJ, TOA (Trials of Apollo), Kane Chronicles and probably Magnus Chase. All credit for most places and logic is from Rick- She'd seen monsters the day her grandpa died. It was crazy. How could she see thing...
