killing steam and time {OPEN}

Colin sped toward the rows of swords that were lined up, each glinting in the sunlight. It was a couple of days after the accident and he was still so angry. Angry at the captain. Angry at himself. And even though it wasn't her fault, Colin was mad at his mother. She could have held onto his hand, or even Sarah's, and they would have pulled her to shore. But the ship sank, and Heather Bane went down with it. 

The demigod grabbed a bronze sword and started swinging it left and right at dummies, relishing the sound that they made when the blade interlocked with the fake flesh. Usually he would be in his room, looking at a photo of his mother, Sarah and him. When the picture was taken, Colin couldn't have been more than six. He clung onto his mothers leg, his head only up to her thigh. His smile was bright and innocent and his short brown hair was light in the sunlight. 

He was tired of being holed up in his cabin all the time. Colin was all bottled up with anger and confusion, so he decided to come here and stab something. Another kid came up to him just as he took the sword out of a dummy by jerking him back.  

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