*I don't own The 100 or any Greek Myths**
The centaur stopped in front of cabin with winged shoes and a staff with two heads. Campers from various stages of youth were bouncing in and out of the large cabin, each laughing with the same childish tone. It would have made Clarke smile if she still allowed herself to smile.
Instead she followed Chiron into the cabin, trying to swallow the lump beginning to form in her throat. Chiron stopped in front of a lanky boy with floppy brown hair. His elfish features matched those of the other campers running around, but unlike them, he seemed innocent rather than sneaky.
"This boy is trustworthy" a grave voice spoke in Clarke's mind.
She shook the thought away and gripped her sword tighter. It wasn't the first time a voice spoke to her, but it still irritated her that she seemed to have no control over it.
Chiron slapped a hand on the boys back and smiled. "This is Jasper. He is the head counselor for this cabin and will see that you are taken care of".
Jasper smiled at Clarke and brought her into a hug. "I'm so glad you made it here and I hope we become friends" he whispered into her ear.
Clarke didn't return the hug and froze at his words. When Jasper pulled away, he chuckled at her wide eyes. "Too much?"
Chiron also laughed at her expression "She isn't quite the hugging type Jasper. I must get back to my duties so see to it that she is prepped with armor and a clean sword for our activity later". With that, the centaur dismissed himself, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the house of Hermes.
Jasper still wore his smile as he looked at Clarke. "Let me show you your bed and we can get you some new clothes".
Clarke followed the elfish boy into a large room stacked with beds. As chaotic as the outside seemed, the Hermes house was actually orderly.
Jasper moved in front of a twin bed in the corner of the room. "This is your bed. If I were you, I would change and clean off your sword if you want to use it for later. Don't leave that thing lying around because someone will take it" he urged seriously then walked around her to a dresser.
He pulled out a pair of dark pants and blue shirt then handed it to Clarke. "Here are some clothes and if you want to take a shower, it's through that door" he said and pointed to a door behind her.
He didn't hover which Clarke appreciated as it left her some time to think. She ended up taking a quick shower and changed into the fresh clothes. Taking the Jasper's words in stride, Clarke never allowed her blade to be too far away from her, even bringing it in the shower with her to clean the blood off.
She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her blond hair was still damp from the shower so her curls seemed longer. Her body wasn't caked in dirt and blood anymore, so she could see all the white scars that she usually tried to hide, but no longer felt the need to. The dark circles from lack of sleep made her blue eyes lighter against her pale skin and it surprised her how old she looked at only seventeen.
"You're a monster" she said in a harsh whisper.
Clarke ran her hands through her hair furiously and sighed away from the mirror. She looked over at her bed, suddenly exhausted by the entire day. Clarke couldn't remember the last time she had slept in an actually bed, so the twin size tempted her endlessly until she finally gave in.
"Just for a few minutes" she thought as she curled up into the bed with her sword against her body.