⋨ "Loyal daughter of Hephaestus" ⋩
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untíl чσu'vє вєєn ín
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вєєn ín mч hσusє
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【N】atalia made her way to the arena. After she stormed out or Macs cabin, she had walked around camp, in the woods, even around the lake. She needed to clear her head, and she was trying as best she could. She had stopped in the forest, sat down, and rested. By that time she had been walking nonstop for two hours, which now seems like nothing compared to the five she was at now. She was tired, she never walked this much unless she was on a quest, which had never happened. She had been taken and locked in a dungeon, that's the closest she's gotten to a 'quest'. Her sadness was replaced with anger hours ago, so she decided she should probably hit the arena today. Here she was, now, in front of the arena. She had second thoughts for a minute, thinking maybe it would just be best to go back to Mac and hear what he had to say,'No, you saw it Natalia, there is no more explaining, there is nothing left to explain...' she told herself as she walked into the familiar arena.
There weren't many people in the arena today. A lot of new kids, that was for sure. The camps population seemed to double overnight, it was strange since she didn't see any new Hephaestus kids come. She made her way over to a dummy. Now, she didn't usually fight, it wasn't that she wasn't good, she was, really, it was just she didn't enjoy it. Right now, she needed it. She stood in front of one. Hay was sticking out some on the side, it hung loosely, obviously someone hadn't bound it correctly,'Some people can be such idiots at times..' she thought to herself. She walked around to the back and tied it correctly. She walked back around and stood face to face with the dummy again. She took a deep breath in, slipping the ring off her finger. Her ring transformed into her sword, her favorite weapon of the two. The sword was cool at first, quickly heating up. The metal turned red, then little flames began to appear. Soon enough, the sword WAS a flame. She lifted her sword up, so that it was tilted on a seventeen degree angle. She took another breath in, then sliced. The dummy fell into two in one swift movement. When she first came to the camp, she sucked. It was pathetic. She trained and trained and trained, and now, look at her. She continued to do this same cycle, tilt sword, cut, move over to the next dummy, tilt sword, cut, excreta, for the next hour. She became tired, and collapsed onto her knees. The sword was still in her hands, but it was cooling off. The sword now only lit red from the heat, which wasn't a lot for this sword, it's powers were draining. She breathed in air, in, out, in out, trying to catch her breath.
She was still angry, it felt like her anger was leaking out of every pour on her body. She stayed there for a minute, then slipped the sword, now in it's ring form, back onto her finger. She touched both the rings, they were on the ring finger and her middle finger. She lifted two fingers up to her neck, checking her pulse. She had always overdid herself whenever she worked out, train, or battled. After a couple seconds, she lowered her fingers and carefully stood up. She didn't want to be angry, she just couldn't help it...She looked around the arena one last time, then left.
There weren't many people in the arena today. A lot of new kids, that was for sure. The camps population seemed to double overnight, it was strange since she didn't see any new Hephaestus kids come. She made her way over to a dummy. Now, she didn't usually fight, it wasn't that she wasn't good, she was, really, it was just she didn't enjoy it. Right now, she needed it. She stood in front of one. Hay was sticking out some on the side, it hung loosely, obviously someone hadn't bound it correctly,'Some people can be such idiots at times..' she thought to herself. She walked around to the back and tied it correctly. She walked back around and stood face to face with the dummy again. She took a deep breath in, slipping the ring off her finger. Her ring transformed into her sword, her favorite weapon of the two. The sword was cool at first, quickly heating up. The metal turned red, then little flames began to appear. Soon enough, the sword WAS a flame. She lifted her sword up, so that it was tilted on a seventeen degree angle. She took another breath in, then sliced. The dummy fell into two in one swift movement. When she first came to the camp, she sucked. It was pathetic. She trained and trained and trained, and now, look at her. She continued to do this same cycle, tilt sword, cut, move over to the next dummy, tilt sword, cut, excreta, for the next hour. She became tired, and collapsed onto her knees. The sword was still in her hands, but it was cooling off. The sword now only lit red from the heat, which wasn't a lot for this sword, it's powers were draining. She breathed in air, in, out, in out, trying to catch her breath.
She was still angry, it felt like her anger was leaking out of every pour on her body. She stayed there for a minute, then slipped the sword, now in it's ring form, back onto her finger. She touched both the rings, they were on the ring finger and her middle finger. She lifted two fingers up to her neck, checking her pulse. She had always overdid herself whenever she worked out, train, or battled. After a couple seconds, she lowered her fingers and carefully stood up. She didn't want to be angry, she just couldn't help it...She looked around the arena one last time, then left.
