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"Wake up sleepyhead!" Someone called. My ears heard it, but my body was still floating back to consciousness.
"Gosh, This girl could be a child of Hypnos in my opinion!"
Something flapped against my face, just hard enough to get me alert. I sat up fast and looked around. My bunk was surrounded by kids. Nearly all of them had the same blue eyes, trademark of Hermes. One of them, a thin weasle looking boy, crouched at the end of my bed, watching me. His dark brown eyes and black hair contrasted with the other blue-eyed kids. He squinted at me.
"Morning sleeping beauty." He called teasingly. The other kids around snickered. I recognized his voice as the rat-like speaker from the night before.
"What do you want?" I asked grumpily. The boy only smiled impishly. Several of the other kids whistled. I kept my gaze on rat-boy. His cheeky grin was already getting very annoying.
"Nothing." The boy said putting up his hands. His grin hadn't disappeared, and I really wanted to do something that would wipe it off his face. "Just helping a fellow camper. Wouldn't want to be late for breakfast, right?" I was suddenly aware of how light it was. How long had I slept in? The boy noticed my agitation. "Oh dear, looks like we're late already."
I glared at him, but made a move to try and grab my sneakers. My fingers scraped the bare floor where they should have been. Ratboy grinned even wider. Taking the hint, I forgot about searching for my sneakers. Obviously, they weren't in the cabin anymore. I leaned back onto my bunk and watched the crowd around me. I noticed that they were almost all guys, all with the same mischievous glint in their eyes.
Ratboy smirked. "Not so fast. You don't know all the rules yet." Several boys laughed and the circle drew in closer. "Lesson one, Chris," He pointed at himself, his grin turning pompous. "Is always right. Lesson number two, Unclaimed Demigods don't belong here."
Chris kept smiling, almost asking me to slug him. His posse snickered stupidly. A vein pulsed against my temple. This kid was really getting on my nerves. My face felt warm as my annoyance level rose.
"It seems Travis disagreed last night." I prodded at him.
Chris's smirk faltered. "Travis is a moron. Same as his little brother Connor." I connected the name to the boy who'd given me the bunk last night.
"They don't know how to get their way around here, so us Hermes kids get pushed around way too much. Everyone here knows I'm the real leader if they want any real privileges. You'd better learn it too, or pray to whatever gods you think might claim you to do it quick."
Tension in the room rose. The circle seemed to be getting tighter. Not that I anticipated a fight, I knew Hermes to be a thief, but he was also a coward, I assumed his kids to be the same way. My stolen sneakers were the only trouble I really expected, besides a few fried nerves from Rat Boy's stupid smirk.
"Look, I'm late as it is and hungry. I suggest you all shove off." I replied cooly
Ratboy only snickered. "Or what? You've got no godly powers to protect you."
I smiled slightly, one lip curling. If he only knew.
I allowed a trickle of darkness to enter my stare. I glared at him and relished the lick of fear that played behind his eyes. I knew I could be terrifying when I needed. It was the same power that provided my father his numbingly cold fear. A cold wind licked at the curtain on the windows, sending some of the bedsheets rustling. Some of the boys looked uneasy. Chris stopped grinning.
"I don't need godly powers against a bunch of idiots like you." I responded, keeping my voice close to a whisper, yet making sure it had enough power behind it to be heard by everyone around.
Chris looked at me edgily. His cool authority suddenly evaporated. I scared him, and everyone knew it.
"Whatever," He said shakily, eying me suspiciously. "See you at breakfast newbie. You'll be walking there barefoot." Chris turned and walked out the door, still laughing at his own impish joke. His goons followed, leaving me to myself in the bunk.
"Idiots." I muttered. I slipped off of my mattress. The floor felt cold on my bare feet. I was almost glad I didn't have anything else with me to steal. My fingers came up to the silver ring on my pinkie. Thankfully it was still there. I looked down at the red ruby pomegranate. Six months here suddenly seemed like a very long time.