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VII
VIRA
"Little heroes, so meek, so weak." A loud, rather horrible, raspy sort of singing rang. "Look at you now – powerless. I suppose you've just gotten. Old."
The voice seemed to be coming from a man, he was tall and quite muscular and had long dark hair – the color of the night sky. His skin was reflecting several different colors at once and turned out to become some sort of a peach tinted blue color.
"Oh, you may laugh now – but soon, soon you shall be begging. Begging for your lives at my feet, at the feet of my wife – my children – you will beg, yes. But death will come to you, very, very soon."
The man was sitting in a large seat, covered in swirled white marble and gold garnishes in different shapes, molding and moving around. It was sitting on top of a pedestal that was in the shape of a large, green-blue sphere. His hand was out and he carried a vision, it was the legendary seven all seated around a table, laughing, one was asleep.
"You laugh now, but when time wakes from its slumber – when we –"A yawn escaped the man's mouth. "When we all wake from our slumbers, Olympus will finally fall and the far too victorious will lose." He emphasized on losing.
"Father –"
"You know what I need you to do, and its master – don't call me father."
"Y-yes. Master."
"Better. Now, grab your siblings won't you? Remember, scatter them. After all – it'll make the search harder." The man laughed. "Your mother is nearly ready." He added sternly. The voices were getting less and less decipherable.
"Revenge is coming, it tastes sweeter than ever and this time – yes – this time. We will win for sure." The now, slowly familiar laugh echoed.
Vira woke with a start, only to see her wooden ceiling. Her hands were grabbing at her blankets, sweaty as can be, as were her chest and neck. Her t-shirt was soaked in sweat and lucky enough, her shorts were not. But her mind was as alert as could be. She glanced to the side, where a window was – but it was still dark outside.
What did she just dream about? Who was the man in the weird floaty throne? Why did he have a vision of Vira's parents and her parent's friends?
Hoping to shake off the wretched feeling she had in her stomach, she closed her eyes and tried her best to fall back asleep.
Vira sucked at combat. Especially close combat, where she had to use a knife instead of an instrument or wrench. Give her one of those and she'd be able to knock out someone. Probably.
Vira gritted her teeth as she fell backwards, Laura knocking her off her feet. She was soaking in sweat. Vira hated this. Laura had only been training in sword fighting for the past two and a half weeks, as did her brother, and Laura already owned her own sword and was very skilled at it. Vira on the other hand was fighting with a knife, during the past two weeks, Lia had offered to teach her knife throwing and it was the only thing that Vira had successfully learned so far.
Laura yelled in victory as Vira fell on her head and undoubtedly, lost the battle. Of course, aside from being slightly unskilled, perhaps it may have been the muddled up thoughts in her head from the dream she had last night. The voices wouldn't leave her head, it troubled her. Vira's dad had always told her, if she'd ever had a bad dream, she could tell him. He also told her about how demigod's dreams were important at times, and it wouldn't be any less different for a close legacy.
So, why did Vira get the feeling she couldn't tell anyone?
Vira watched from the ground as Laura offered a hand. Vira gingerly took it and grinned.
"That was just luck."
"I'm sure it was." Laura mumbled, grasping her sword in one hand and helping Vira up with the other.
"Don't get cocky with me, newcomer." Vira mumbled, dusting herself off and leaned over to grab her knife. Laura had only recently found out she was of godly descent and was handling it pretty well, despite not being able to really use her powers for anything. She had discovered that she was very dominant within water and with water, she could control it very well and was really delighted to do so. Her brother Jasper on the other hand, didn't really show much interest in water and had been digging his noses in Greek Mythology books for a while.
"Hey, I still think I'm doing pretty good." Laura laughed. "I'm still new to this, but – it feels right." She nodded. Vira smiled.
"That's good. Feeling right is good." She mumbled, Laura and Vira headed towards the tiny hut set right outside the arena which carried rental weapons. As weird as it was, Vira had borrowed a knife. She nodded towards Autumn, a new daughter of Demeter, as a sign of thanks. Laura on the other hand compacted her sword into a Ptolemy coin and shoved it into her pocket. She had found it the first day she had visited the armoury and thought it was a regular coin, turning out to be a sword made of Celestial bronze.
The horn signaling that dinner was ready rang through the air. Laura and Vira glanced towards each other and began to walk towards the dining pavilion.
8 minutes later, they had arrive and dinner looked really, really good. Probably because Vira had used up all of her energy sparring with Laura and hadn't had any lunch. She felt her face going red as her stomach let out a small grumble, hoping no one had heard that, she grabbed a paper plate and started throwing food onto it.
Laura took Vira's wrist and pulled her over towards an empty table, normally, everyone was arranged into cabins. But the legacies had taken to occupying their own table, it was a small one, and it was actually a spare plastic table, but it was good enough.
"Hey, what have you guys been doing all afternoon?" Laura asked the whole table, sighing as she sat down. She lifted her fork and began chewing down some salad. They all looked at her and began talking at once.
"Well, Lia and I went down to the stables." Emily said. At the same time, Curtis, Jasper, Thomas and Felix and began speaking.
"We went to the climbing wall – "Curtis started, but Felix cut him off.
"But there was no room for 4 more people so then Mr. Brightside over there," Felix nodded his head to Thomas, who rolled his eyes. "Decides to head over to the arts and crafts area."
"Which was a complete disaster, I presume?" Lia looked out, from behind Vira, who moved back so people could see her. Felix grunted and lifted up his shirt that had paint splatters all over it. Vira snorted, almost choking on her meat.
"We were angry and – well, none of us are good at arts and crafts. In the end we just had to throw out the masterpieces we made." Felix sighed.
"What did you make?" Laura narrowed her eyes, resting her head on her hand as she lifted her fork to her mouth again. The four boys' averted eye contact and all looked awkward.
"Nothing important." Thomas quickly said, a bunch of questioning pursued, and Vira however, found herself zoning out and continuously eating. She got lost in thought.
The dream she had last night wasn't a good sign. Vira knew that for sure, ever since she had dreamt it, she hadn't felt quite – right. Something was stirring and it made her very worried. Especially since it seemed to mean trouble and trouble for people she cared about. But maybe, just maybe, it was merely a dream. One that was completely useless.
But that was unlikely. Highly unlikely.
A voice snapped Vira out of her thoughts.
"Vira?"
"Hm?" She asked, blinking and adjusting her vision back to life. She glanced to Laura who, with furrowed eyebrows, asked if Vira was alright.
"Are you okay? You seem to be – "Laura hesitated. "You don't seem to be acting like your usual self today."
Vira cursed Laura for being perceptive. Even after only knowing Laura for two weeks, they had grown generally closer than most and had spent a lot of time together, she couldn't blame Laura for knowing that something was off.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Because you've been spacing out and – it feels like something's wrong." Laura said, sniffling from the cool summer night air. Vira shook her head and turned her worried look into a smile.
"I'm totally good." Vira said, putting her fork down onto her empty paper plate. She frowned. Vira's sinking feeling was worsening and she needed to talk to someone. Maybe it was time she questioned her dream with someone else.
"If you say so." Laura said, turning to speak with Felix. Vira stopped her.
"Actually. It's not." Vira let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Come with me. I need to talk to you in private."
Vira led Laura out of the dining hall and past the large bonfire, where campers were gathering, she stopped in front of the bathrooms. If she had knew there was a putrid stench coming from the girls bathroom, then she would have chosen a different place, but she didn't have the time.
"Look, last night I had a dream. But it wasn't just any dream – it was a really bad one. I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't have to wash my sheets because my sweat did the job for her."
"What? What was it?"
"I – I don't really know. It was this man, he was tall – really strong looking, like he could punch the daylights out of me. He was talking about some kind of – "
A shout stopped Vira from going any further. Her ears perked up.
"Is that – Jasper?" Vira asked, dropping Laura's wrist, which she didn't know she was holding. Laura squinted and listened, she nodded.
"LAURA." The shouting was coming closer. "LAURA?"
Jasper finally approached Vira and Laura, he recoiled quickly from the stench but then returned to his normal state. He had tears in his eyes and his voice was like static, far away and crackly.
"Jasper, what – what is it?" Laura asked, turning to her brother.
"It's mom and dad." His face twisted up into a frustrated and sad mix. He shook his head, wiped his tears and took a deep breath. "They're gone."
A/N: Finally some action, I'm sorry it took so long (◕︵◕) but, the adventure finally starts now! See you next chapter!
