Sandra Shade - Being Half-Human

by ThaliaofAvalon

Sandra Shade is a demigod who embraces her destiny, but struggles with stereotypes, songwriting, peer pressure, and the ever-present boy trouble, while trying to maintain a relationship with her godly parent. Can Sandra stay true to herself, as she's plunged into this world where nothing is as it seems? Or will she lose all compassion in a desperate battle for survival?

11. Four Thirty in the Morning

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Half-Blood or Will. I did invent the idea of Sandra and Cyan, though. According to Nietzsche, and my new awesome friend, Ethan, I am obligated to share my ideas for the advancement of humanity. So, here we go:

Sandra sat up in bed. She listened as a familiar voice reached her ears.

"I'm telling you, I want to see her!"

She heard one of her siblings, Will Solace, say:

"She's asleep right now. Besides, we don't allow visitors in the cabin before eight A.M. or after ten P.M." Sandra leapt out of bed, pulling on somebody's shirt. She'd give it back later, when she didn't have urgent matters to take care of. She felt a friendly presence in her mind whisper, Sandra? Why are you pretending to be asleep? She shook her head as she weaved past the bunks. I'm not, she thought. I was actually asleep until you showed up. I threw on a shirt- he interrupted her. Yeah, yeah, you coming? In answer to that question, she stepped up to the doorframe beside Will.

"Nope," she replied, winking. "I'm still asleep." Cyan grinned.

"You dream about me often?" he asked. Sandra laughed, the sound echoing over the foggy fields in the chilly early-morning air.

"You have no idea." She brushed her colorful hair out of her eyes with her finger. Will looked surprised.

"You're up already? It's like four in the morning!" Sandra shrugged, glancing at Cyan.

"Yeah, well… 4:30 AM is sort of our tradition," she said. Immediately, she realized that was probably a bad idea. Cyan suddenly and mysteriously started coughing, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Nightlight! He thought at her. Shut up, she thought back at him. Apparently, the cough-covered laughter was just as conspicuous as Sandra thought it was, because Will now clearly had the wrong idea. Gee, she wondered sarcastically at Cyan. I wonder what he thinks it is we do at four thirty? Cyan put on an all – too – innocent expression.

"We take a long walk in the direction of the sunset, so we're the first people to see the sun in the morning," he explained, partially truthfully. Will didn't seem convinced, so Sandra slipped out the door before he could protest or realize she was only wearing underwear and a shirt. She closed it in Will's confused face from the outside. "Bye!" both she and Cyan said.