Time to think! {Private}

"So, did you have a good childhood? I mean, before you became a demigod," I said. I know I didn't. A cold wind came over, and I shivered. I scooted closer to Flann.

Flann got quite uncomfortable when Ava scooted closer. He nodded to answer her question, " Sure, it was good, I guess, I don't remember I've been here since I was five, what about you? " he asked politely. Fiddling once again with the sand at the bottom of the sea he awaited the answer so they could keep talking. As uncomfortable as sitting in the middle of the blazing sun as it bothered your skin.

"Five years. I have an adoptive mother cause my dad... he died when I was two. My sister and I think he was killed by some monster." I hung my head down because it was hard talking about this.

Totally unsure if to pat her back, hug her or anything he just remained still yet sympathy washing over his face. Hurt formed as a mask on his face, how could people hurt some-one like that? What was the gain? What the heck would you gain? All you would have was innocent blood on your hands. The only time Flann fought was in wars against monsters and other demigods, those who had murdered the innocent with a cold mind.

I felt my hand through my hair. "It's alright. I love my mother. Well, mothers. Anyway, Mal taught me French. And I got to live in New Orleans." I looked down and smiled at my shoes. Don't ask why.

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