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Chapter 3- So he can do that
War games. Octavian's little brother was in his cohort. His precious 1st cohort that had always respected him enough to leave him alone and follow orders. And suddenly Alexander was their disrespecting all the rules of personal space Octavian had ever created. His rules of personal space were important to him. On the list of things that were very important to him along with his stuffed Raccoon and the picture he'd gotten of Rachel Elizabeth Dare (its a secret, shh!). He kept the list to himself, just like he kept himself to himself. He didn't want a little brother prying around in his business and messing up everything that had been set in motion the day Octavian arrived at camp half blood. It was infuriating to see the little kid waltzing around the 1st cohort like he owned it, making jokes and flashing mischievous grins at the other members. Octavian wasn't evil enough to want his brother to get hurt, but the boy shutting up for a second wouldn't hurt anything.
"This is war games?"
"This is exciting."
"When does it start?"
"What do I get to do?"
"Can I have a sword?"
"Octavian are they gonna hurt us?'
"Do they wanna kill us?"
"Can we kill them?"
"Can I shoot the water cannon?"
"Why are we fighting Jason? Jason's my friend." The twelve year old wouldn't stop talking. Octavian wanted to snap. He took deep breaths, concentrated on the image of Rachel plastered in his brain- which always calmed him down- and maintained his cool. He didn't answer any of Alexander's obnoxious questions, but he did give in and let the boy shoot the water cannon once. Fifth cohort, proud to have Jason back and thinking that they were so high and mighty ever since Percy Jackson (Ocean scum) had led the charge months ago that had made people reconsider the pitiful cohort, had decided they would win that night's war games. Admittedly, their efforts were impressive. Very impressive actually.
Meaning: They won.
They attacked with so much force that even Octavian was surprised, and he managed to win a souvenir from the battle, a long cut going down his right arm, his sword arm.
While the Fifth Cohort received their congratulations, Octavian went of by himself, his arm hurting like crazy. He wasn't one to depend on people though, He would just go and get it bandaged up and rough out the pain. However, before he could do that Alexander ran up, Jason following hesitantly behind, like the son of Jupiter was Alexander's personal minion, which was pathetic enough to cheer Octavian up a little.
"Octavian you're bloody!" Alexander said, Octavian noticing a look of worry that Alexander had never shown before.
"I'm fine go play with Jason." Octavian muttered.
"No. Let me see your arm." Alexander ordered. Octavian was so surprised to hear an order come out of the twelve year old's mouth, though he'd been throwing around orders when he was twelve himself, he let Alexander examine the wound. Alexander placed his hands on the cut, making Octavian cringe, and closed his eyes in concentration. Jason and Octavian watched as the cut vanished, the pain disappearing, to be replaced by a warm sunny feeling radiating off of Octavian's arm.
"How'd you do that?" Octavian demanded.
"Apollo is the god of healing." Alexander shrugged, running off with Jason, leaving Octavian to think on it and sulk by the river, one of his favorite places to think.
His brother already had massive popularity, he didn't need a cool power too.
"If I had that power I wouldn't get headaches. If I had that power, I wouldn't be the augur and that..." Octavian stared out out the Little Tiber. The rush of the current calmed him and he realized something a little troubling, but not that much, because he'd known it all along.
"And that would be wonderful."
Octavian doesn't want to be Augur? WHAT? Wait... If you read my other Octavian stories you would've known that already... Anyway its a four day weekend so my valuable fans get an update.
