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Chapter Three
Kate's POV
I eagerly grasp the mug of hot liquid thrust into my hands. I can feel the warmth leach into my cold, numb fingers. I look up to see my host, Rachel Dare, smiling. I hadn't seen her since the last two years. She has changed. A lot. Her hair seems darker and a bit smoother. Her eyes are an endless green of confidence. She looks older, more ancient like a Greek statue. Or maybe it was the sleeveless green chiton she wore. I blow steam off the drink and take a sip. I almost spit it out immediately.
"What the fuck is this shit?" I ask her, coming off a bit more rudely than I'd intended.
"Mountain dew", she answers.
Awesome.
"Now I'm sure you haven't come here for a chat, have you? I'm sure you're too 'professional' for that."
Jesus. That girl still holds that against me.
"No. I haven't." I say as I narrate my close encounter with death. I tell her about the boy, his transformation, and the death of my sister. By the time I'm done, my hands are cold, even though the heat of the drink burns my skin. They are shaking, in danger of dropping the mug.
Lily.
Gone.
Forever.
Rachel knits her eyebrows as I tell her about it and turns away when I finish, lighting a fine in the pyre-like thing and peering into it, while I fall back into my remorse.
There was a hole in my brain, filled by blackness, remorse and bitterness.
Lily. She wasn't even my real sister. I still loved her. Now she was gone. Forever.
"I take it, you guys have met befo' camp." This interrupts my reverie. I turn towards the a-hole.
Tom.
I'd forgotten he was here. Rachel looks at him too, more amused than anything. I wonder why.
"We studied at the same academy before", her look sours as she turns to me, "She matured."
"It wasn't my fault I was selected!" I protest.
"Excuses!" she roars, before turning towards her pyre again.
I examine Tom; I didn't even look at him when he rescued me. I was too ashamed.
He has a slender frame, his long black hair falling in front of his glasses. I couldn't see his eyes. He has thick sideburns, joining his mustache, making him look like Liev Schreiber. He wore a loose tee over black highwaters, a watch glittering noticeably on his wrist. He didn't look very appealing. Then again, men never do to me. He catches me staring, and raises an eyebrow. I quickly look away, not letting him look at me.
He looks at me as if I were a piece of an elaborate puzzle. Strange, indeed.
"Ok, this is what I found out..." she is saying when the smoke turns a ghastly black, which enters her nostrils and turns her eyes into black holes.
She smiles and says, "Demigods, rejoice! I bring great tidings!"
The voice is not of hers.
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