Chapter Six- Ink and Roman Cabins
Reed's POV
There are certain Roman cabins at Camp Half-Blood. All have purple roofs to mark them as such.
They aren't so much ordered by godly parentage, but that is due to the fact that it takes a while to build a cabin. There are instead two temporary halls full of beds, one for girls, and one for boys. Both halls were also lined with statues of the Roman gods and a few altars.
As I laid awake, staring into the shadowy rafters of the boy's building, I heard a noise at my window. (It wasn't really my window, but it was the one nearest my bed.)
I sat up, pushing away the royal purple covers to peer out the window. A face appeared in the window, eyes wide. It was a boy, with brown skin and coppery hair. His eyes were wide and fearful.
I recognized him, even though we were only introduced once. It was Issac, Sophey's boyfriend. Why he was so scared, I had no idea. Nor was I too excited to find out.
I stepped out of the hall as quietly as I could, and the howling wind made me wish for the sweatshirt hanging off of the headboard of my bed.
Issac approached me the moment I stepped outside, which was a bit of a shocker. I stumbled over my feet.
"I- no, we- need your help." Poor kid. The fear in his voice was strong, what with the way he fumbled over his words.
"What is it?"
"It's- it's the Tartarus kid! Sophey- she- you just gotta come!" At that, Issac grabbed my hand in a moment of desparation, and began dragging me towards the forest.
Alex's POV
It was cold. My bed was colder than usual, the usually comforting steel rails around the edges looking more like prison bars.
I had decided to sleep in Sophey's bed, and I laid there now, waiting for her to come back.
I didn't think that she would, but it doesn't hurt to hope.
Mommy always said that hope is the only way loneliness can ever possibly go away. She knows a lot about hope and being lonely. Mommy is smart.
Ryan's POV
The girl left rather abruptly, right after saying that I killed the three children.
The boy remained, to "keep an eye on the killer." In my defense, I never said that I killed them.
"So." I began. Good start. "What's your name."
The boy stiffened. "Issac. Son of Eon."
I nodded. "Goddess of the dawn. Not bad."
Issac glanced at me in surprise. Obviously he wasn't used to people recognizing his mother. I had done my research, so I knew just about every god in existence. It helps.
"So, Issac, son of Eon, who is the girl?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
"Sophey. My girlfriend." Issac's tone immediately became protective and wary. Little did he know he had given me all of the information I needed.
Now I had their names, and their relationship. All I needed was the girl.
As if on cue, she walked into the cave, wiping tears from her cheeks.
"Sophey! What happened?" Issac, the good boyfriend that he was, rushed over to fuss over the girl. She waved him away, marching towards me.
Ouch. She can hit hard.
"What did you do to them?!" She yelled, hitting me again. I glared up at her.
"Ask nicely."
At that, she wrapped her hands around my neck, squeezing. I coughed, feeling my lungs tighten.
"Tell me!" Her thumbs pressed against my windpipe. Coughing, I managed an incantation. Since I knew her name, I was able to do much more.
Dark ink flowed from her nostrils, her ears, her eyes, her mouth. She stumbled, letting go. I took a quick, deep breath before shouting another.
She collapsed at Issac's feet, coughing and curling into herself. The poor boy looked stunned.
Whispering a third incantation, the ropes binding my wrists and ankles fell away.
"Leave." I spoke, directing it at Issac. My voice echoed off all of the walls, an effect of the magic.
He turned and ran towards the door, and once he was out of sight, I followed.