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by Metilinos 8/5/2015, 11:16 pmDimitri was a lost demigod. He was torn between the love of a hunter and the love of home. He was torn between the serenity of pacifism and the necessity of combat. The fears of yesterday rested in his chest, and he didn't wish to be a victim of this world any longer. He swore to himself that he wouldn't lose his way during this, no matter what may happen to him. He could feel the calling card Katarina had given him weigh in his pocket. He would make her proud. He would make everyone who counted on him proud. But before that, he decided he needed to be stronger.
He showed up in the arena that day, right after farm chores. His work gloves were still tucked in his back pocket, he decided not to bring them back to his cabin. It wasn't worth it. Dimitri knew the hell he was about to face, and he knew it wasn't going to be good. He'd be going straight to his cabin after this, and likely passing out. But he was ready to endure today. This was going to be a part of his daily routine now. He would become strong, with his powers. He was a demigod, and he was finally ready to own up to that. He knew the risks, that the stronger he became, the more he would be hunted.
But he was tired of being prey.
Dimitri stopped in front of a well-like structure in the arena, where all of the water was kept. He took a deep breath. It was time to push himself harder than ever.
He got around an area where he was comfortable reaching water, a little over twenty-five feet it seemed. He secured his grip on the water, and began to step back a few feet. His grip began to loosen, but he held tight, but refused to bring the water close to him. He kept the water where it was, and stepped back, each one of the few steps feeling like he was pulling a massive weight. Although it was hell to keep the grip, he was doing it. He stood in that position, grunting and sweating, as he struggled to hold on the grip. It was painful and uncomfortable. Dimitri took even a few more steps back. It began to feel like an absolute hell to keep the grip, but he continued to hold it. Each second was a living hell at the distance he was now at. Pained sounds escaped his throat, he was doing whatever was necessary to continue holding on each second. Until, after what seemed like an eternity, he let go and fell forward on his face. He stood up, his face red with tensity and stress, the same with his arms. He caught his breath, which he was now out of.
He didn't give himself much time however, until he gripped the water once more. He pulled back again, the same hellish process repeating itself. He needed to be able to access water from a further length away, and this was the only way he could think of to increase his distance. Each second hurt worse than the last, and as seconds and minutes passed by, Dimitri could feel the will to quit. But he refused to, it wasn't an option. His convictions were all more tough than gold. He was sticking to this. Minutes became many minutes of hellish water stretching.
After finally letting go of the water one of his many stretching exercises, he grabbed a load of water, about 20 gallons. Just lifting it out of the well felt like hell. He'd never lifted so much water before, but he wouldn't let go. He did what he could in terms of willing it; he manipulated it into shapes and patterns, and even swirled it around himself a few times. After around a minute, it felt impossible to hold. But he struggled, making pained noises. He kept a hold of it as long as physically possible, until finally it spilled all over the ground, Dimitri falling with it. The demigod fell on the ground, covered in sweat, with a beet red face now. Dimitri's eyes were even bloodshot, it looked like the boy had come straight from hell.
But with only a moment's rest, Dimitri rose. He willed for all of the spilled water to come back to him. It felt even heavier this time, but he forced himself to hold it, despite how slow it moved and how painful it was. Dimitri let out a pained howl as he willed the water back to the well. As the water hovered over the well, Dimitri collapsed once more. This time, he wasn't getting back out as the demigod collapsed into exhaustion.
He'd be back tomorrow to continue getting stronger.
He showed up in the arena that day, right after farm chores. His work gloves were still tucked in his back pocket, he decided not to bring them back to his cabin. It wasn't worth it. Dimitri knew the hell he was about to face, and he knew it wasn't going to be good. He'd be going straight to his cabin after this, and likely passing out. But he was ready to endure today. This was going to be a part of his daily routine now. He would become strong, with his powers. He was a demigod, and he was finally ready to own up to that. He knew the risks, that the stronger he became, the more he would be hunted.
But he was tired of being prey.
Dimitri stopped in front of a well-like structure in the arena, where all of the water was kept. He took a deep breath. It was time to push himself harder than ever.
He got around an area where he was comfortable reaching water, a little over twenty-five feet it seemed. He secured his grip on the water, and began to step back a few feet. His grip began to loosen, but he held tight, but refused to bring the water close to him. He kept the water where it was, and stepped back, each one of the few steps feeling like he was pulling a massive weight. Although it was hell to keep the grip, he was doing it. He stood in that position, grunting and sweating, as he struggled to hold on the grip. It was painful and uncomfortable. Dimitri took even a few more steps back. It began to feel like an absolute hell to keep the grip, but he continued to hold it. Each second was a living hell at the distance he was now at. Pained sounds escaped his throat, he was doing whatever was necessary to continue holding on each second. Until, after what seemed like an eternity, he let go and fell forward on his face. He stood up, his face red with tensity and stress, the same with his arms. He caught his breath, which he was now out of.
He didn't give himself much time however, until he gripped the water once more. He pulled back again, the same hellish process repeating itself. He needed to be able to access water from a further length away, and this was the only way he could think of to increase his distance. Each second hurt worse than the last, and as seconds and minutes passed by, Dimitri could feel the will to quit. But he refused to, it wasn't an option. His convictions were all more tough than gold. He was sticking to this. Minutes became many minutes of hellish water stretching.
After finally letting go of the water one of his many stretching exercises, he grabbed a load of water, about 20 gallons. Just lifting it out of the well felt like hell. He'd never lifted so much water before, but he wouldn't let go. He did what he could in terms of willing it; he manipulated it into shapes and patterns, and even swirled it around himself a few times. After around a minute, it felt impossible to hold. But he struggled, making pained noises. He kept a hold of it as long as physically possible, until finally it spilled all over the ground, Dimitri falling with it. The demigod fell on the ground, covered in sweat, with a beet red face now. Dimitri's eyes were even bloodshot, it looked like the boy had come straight from hell.
But with only a moment's rest, Dimitri rose. He willed for all of the spilled water to come back to him. It felt even heavier this time, but he forced himself to hold it, despite how slow it moved and how painful it was. Dimitri let out a pained howl as he willed the water back to the well. As the water hovered over the well, Dimitri collapsed once more. This time, he wasn't getting back out as the demigod collapsed into exhaustion.
He'd be back tomorrow to continue getting stronger.
