Chapter Three: A late night decision
Zolio here. You finally get into Kal's head. It's a short chapter but it sets the story up from more exciting times.
Kal's POV
What a great start to my life in camp half-blood. I was terrible at nearly every heroic activity and I think I permanently pissed off Chiron. Its not that I plan to give up, far from that in fact. I have always been alone. I got here alone and I'll train alone. Its not that I don't like him or anything. I just have to do it on my own. It will be better this way.
I woke up the day after Chiron and my training disaster. I woke around four in the mourning. A little later than usual, but after such a tough day yesterday I needed more sleep than I typically do. I had only one major goal for my camp experience: I need to be stronger. Stronger so that nothing like what happened to me in my past ever happens again. Stronger so I never have to witness people dying because I can't protect them. Stronger so that I can personally kill any monster that ever threatens people.
I know this is a huge goal, but I have always been really focused and this was not something I wanted, this was something that would happen. I decided to analyze my situation: I had to be stronger but I wasn't very good at anything. But as bad as I was at every aspect of heroing I was worse at archery and that meant I would have to be a swordsmen. Swordsmen rely on their weapons for everything. Their sword and shield are extensions of their body. You need celestial bronze weapons and unless your mythical parent gives you a rare magical item, you will be issued the camps default weapons. I doubt whoever my parent is, is looking out for me and even if he is I will do this myself. The camp weapons are pretty bad and I need better. I will have to make my own weapons. My own shield and sword and anything else I need. It's settled I will be a swordsman and blacksmith.
I am not a very big guy and no matter how hard I train I will not ever get extremely large or be the kind of warrior who can rely solely on his strength. I will need to work on my speed and agility. I will train to become a skilled swordsmen relying totally on my ability to out maneuver and out finesse my opponent. To do this I have to train myself to excellent level of endurance and agility. It will be painful and horrible, but I have nothing else to do. The only thing I can concentrate on now is becoming stronger.
I glanced down at my watch. All my planning and strategizing only took 30 minutes. Well I guess I can't sit around here all day, it's already nearly 4:40 a.m. I decided to go for a run. If I ran four two hours straight I could eat a quick breakfast and then be at the forges before 7:00 a.m. I smiled sadly, my parents always did want to send me to camp… It is going to be one hell of an experience.
Tell me what you think. R and R. Also anyone know what Kal is short for? Give a guess.