Some things never leave. (Open!)

Straighter arm, tighter grip, calmer breathing, sharper eyes. Charity drilled herself on the rights and wrongs of using her bow for the millionth time. She let the arrow loose and just barely missed the bulls-eyes. She glared at the target, like it had purposefully distracted her. She turned to a practice dummy, grabbing another training arrow. After a few quick shots, she walked forward to inspect her work. One in the chest, two in the arm. She grumbled and grabbed her hunting knives, slashing and cutting at the training dummies. After spending hours here, she still was a second rate archer.

She sighed and grabbed her bow again. She aimed at the training dummy again, trying to concentrate. It was hard. She'd woken up from a nightmare. Demigods often had nightmares, but from what she could tell they were usually of what was going on somewhere in the world. Charity had the same nightmare every night. A young boy was pulling a younger version of herself down a dark alleyway, saying it was a short cut. She shuddered. A shortcut? Yeah right.

Charity lowered her bow and fingered her necklace. Alongside the normal camper's necklace, was a silver chain with a small, silver Fleur De Lis, with the initials JL etched on it. She had the nightmare almost every night for the past three year. You'd think by this time, she'd stop being shocked-utterly horrified-by the end of that dream. "So much blood...." She muttered quietly, a tear trickling down her face. "I'm sorry."