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I do not own the PJO characters.
As we began walking back, I started to wonder what Damian had gone through. "Hey, Damian?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"What about you? How did you get here?"
"Well, uh, it was nothing special. A satyr found me at school, I headed here, got attacked, barely made it up Half-Blood Hill. Basically what everyone goes through to get here."
"Well, what about when you were growing up?" I ask.
"I, uh… can we not talk about that," Damian said rubbing the back of his neck.
I looked at him, I had to squint because he was so much taller than me and the sun was against me. "I just told you something that was really hard for me to say, and you don't want to talk?" I said.
"I just don't want to," Damian said.
"Please," I asked.
"I said NO!" Damian yelled. He jerked away so hard that I fell to the ground with a thud.
I stared up at him wide-eyed, his face full of anger. Once he saw my face though, his expression turned again. He rushed towards me.
"Trish, I'm so sorry. I-I don't know what happened." I just continued to stare at him.
Before he was able to say anything else I wrapped him in a tight hug. "No, I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have continued to ask. I know what it's like to have a bad childhood. It wasn't your fault."
"Thanks," he whispered, "Maybe one day I'll tell you, I just can't right now."
After Damian helped me up and I brushed myself off we continued to walk towards the edge of the woods.
Bong, bong, bong. I heard. "What the heck is that?" I asked.
Damian grabbed my hand and pulled. "We have to go, Camp is under attack again."
And with that, we raced off. I didn't feel like trying to run through the woods so I lifted us both up so we could float above the trees. I rushed us both out of the woods and we saw the army of monsters heading toward camp.
"They must have heard that you were back," Damian said, "that's one of the biggest I've seen so far."
"Great," I said, rolling my eyes.
We continued to rush towards the army of monsters. I pulled my sword out and Damian pulled out his. His sword had a long but skinny blade and a diamond shape at the end of the handle. "Nice sword," I smiled.
"Thanks, made it myself."
"Not surprised," I said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Damian joked.
"It means that you're a son of Hephaestus," I laughed.
We both started laughing. After we calmed down, I set us down and we charged into battle.
Thanks for reading! Sorry, I haven't posted in three days, I've been really busy with family stuff. Anyways I have an update on this weekend, if you guys didn't already read in one of these bolded parts, I will be gone this Friday through this Sunday. But if I post really early Friday and really late Sunday I would only have to make up Saturday, so let's see if I can do that.
-Lou Ellen and Sydney