Remembrance. [BESTIE, Bro and/or Snig]

Subject: Remembrance. [BESTIE, Bro and/or Snig] Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:17 pm

The warm air was still, a stifling blanket draped over the creek. Mosquitos buzzed sluggishly over the stagnant water, even their usually vigorous desire for blood dampened by the heat.

Cassius' feet were submerged beneath the blissfully cool water and a damp towel was draped across his forehead. His breath was still coming in gasps after a particularly tiring knife session in the arena. It was always hard to train with his knives. It seemed every new camper was using a sword these days, and knife work required constant practise if you didn't want to be gutted by Tartarus-spawn. It had to be quality practise too. There was only so much you could learn from repeatedly hacking at a wooden post.

One of the crushed reeds beneath his back poked through his singlet, and he shifted his position absentmindedly. The creek was his favorite place to relax, especially on a hot day like today. It was also one of the places he felt closest to Claudia. Back at the Academy the creek had been their place. It had been the place he'd asked her out, and it had been their retreat from the Birdmen.

And ten metres from that creek, Claudia had died. No, she hadn't just died. She'd been killed by what he'd come to learn was a Hellhound.

In some ways Camp Half-Blood had been a blessing. After four years at camp his grief had been dulled, and partly vanquished with the knowledge of the Underworld. At least when he died he'd get to see her again. Cassius wasn't Orpheus, he didn't plan to venture into the Underworld to regain her.

But there would always be a small part of him that ached whenever he remembered what could've been. That part of him contained two people, the Father he'd never known and the first love he'd never had enough time with.

Almost reflexively he looked along the ground to his right hand. You could just make the rough scarring that webbed over the back of the hand, the only link he had to his father.

It was a pity the link had been forged in the wreckage of his father's car.

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