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by For once, the Athena campers had the Arena all to themselves.
It must be said, the amount of Campers had drastically risen ever since last summer, and new people were streaming in daily. Victoria almost lost count of her siblings. The wall at the back of the cabin was slowly growing too small for all the additional bunk beds.
Not that Victoria exactly cared. Socializing was not her thing. It had never been. She couldn't express her emotions when she felt some, she had no interest at all in interactions with other beings, preferring to draw back into solitude and secrecy, which sometimes edged to apathy. It had been scientifically proven when she had been seven, after a number of tests, that she had schizoid personality disorder -- so much for getting friends. She had a couple, of course. Three were half-brothers, Justin, Benjamin and Marion. And then there was Jason, her boyfriend. But that was the closest she ever got to friendship or love.
The fourteen-years-old daughter of Athena walked into the Arena with the rest of her cabin. She had bound her dry, dirty blonde hair into a strict ponytail, and was wearing a pair of white trousers with a grey button-up shirt, the sleeves pushed up around her forearms to let space to attach her arm greaves. She had no armor apart from that and her shield. No leg greaves, no helmet, not even the old breastplate she used to have for Capture the Flag. Now she had a brand new, magic breastplate. A gift from Athena herself. Victoria wouldn't use it for mere training.
Standing up straight, she stopped with her siblings in the middle of the Arena. Sand started edging its way into her sport shoes, but she had grown inhabited to it, after the eight years she had spent at Camp Half-Blood. Annabeth, the cabin leader, put up the fighting pairs, and Victoria got a bit disappointed that she wasn't put with Marion. She loved to train with him. Him or Annabeth.
"Will, with Alyssa," Annabeth said, continuing the pairs. "Jane, with ... hmm, Jane, with Layla. Victoria with Rosemary. Alex with Demitri...."
Victoria sighed, looking through her siblings to catch Rosemary's gaze. The campers broke apart into pairs and Vic made her way towards Rosemary. She was fifteen, one year older than Victoria, but that didn't matter to her. Age did not matter. Victoria gazed at her with her intense grey eyes, not smiling.
"Let's begin," she said, and drew the shining blade of her celestial bronze xiphos, which slid out of the sheath with the sound of metal scraping against metal.
Despite the imminence of the combat, Victoria's mind was as always focused on a large array of things at once: one layer of her mind was pondering upon a philosophical question while another one solved a differential equation; a third part was musing on the dynamic fluid equation and at the same time she was reflecting upon how to add superconductors to her magnetic board without ruining the implanted coded circuits.
Her grey gaze focused on Rosemary, on her copper blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, and again her mind translated what she saw into equations. Cinematic equations told her her half-sister's movements, even the way her hair shifted in the wind, functions delimited the shape of her body, vectors showed her the various forces and the directions of her movements, all this was a perfectly clear cluster of information in Victoria's mind, far more understandable than anything her eyes would present her.
Raising the familiar weight of her sword, she waited.
It must be said, the amount of Campers had drastically risen ever since last summer, and new people were streaming in daily. Victoria almost lost count of her siblings. The wall at the back of the cabin was slowly growing too small for all the additional bunk beds.
Not that Victoria exactly cared. Socializing was not her thing. It had never been. She couldn't express her emotions when she felt some, she had no interest at all in interactions with other beings, preferring to draw back into solitude and secrecy, which sometimes edged to apathy. It had been scientifically proven when she had been seven, after a number of tests, that she had schizoid personality disorder -- so much for getting friends. She had a couple, of course. Three were half-brothers, Justin, Benjamin and Marion. And then there was Jason, her boyfriend. But that was the closest she ever got to friendship or love.
The fourteen-years-old daughter of Athena walked into the Arena with the rest of her cabin. She had bound her dry, dirty blonde hair into a strict ponytail, and was wearing a pair of white trousers with a grey button-up shirt, the sleeves pushed up around her forearms to let space to attach her arm greaves. She had no armor apart from that and her shield. No leg greaves, no helmet, not even the old breastplate she used to have for Capture the Flag. Now she had a brand new, magic breastplate. A gift from Athena herself. Victoria wouldn't use it for mere training.
Standing up straight, she stopped with her siblings in the middle of the Arena. Sand started edging its way into her sport shoes, but she had grown inhabited to it, after the eight years she had spent at Camp Half-Blood. Annabeth, the cabin leader, put up the fighting pairs, and Victoria got a bit disappointed that she wasn't put with Marion. She loved to train with him. Him or Annabeth.
"Will, with Alyssa," Annabeth said, continuing the pairs. "Jane, with ... hmm, Jane, with Layla. Victoria with Rosemary. Alex with Demitri...."
Victoria sighed, looking through her siblings to catch Rosemary's gaze. The campers broke apart into pairs and Vic made her way towards Rosemary. She was fifteen, one year older than Victoria, but that didn't matter to her. Age did not matter. Victoria gazed at her with her intense grey eyes, not smiling.
"Let's begin," she said, and drew the shining blade of her celestial bronze xiphos, which slid out of the sheath with the sound of metal scraping against metal.
Despite the imminence of the combat, Victoria's mind was as always focused on a large array of things at once: one layer of her mind was pondering upon a philosophical question while another one solved a differential equation; a third part was musing on the dynamic fluid equation and at the same time she was reflecting upon how to add superconductors to her magnetic board without ruining the implanted coded circuits.
Her grey gaze focused on Rosemary, on her copper blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, and again her mind translated what she saw into equations. Cinematic equations told her her half-sister's movements, even the way her hair shifted in the wind, functions delimited the shape of her body, vectors showed her the various forces and the directions of her movements, all this was a perfectly clear cluster of information in Victoria's mind, far more understandable than anything her eyes would present her.
Raising the familiar weight of her sword, she waited.
Last edited by Morgan Landry on 3/14/2014, 6:38 am; edited 1 time in total
