A bronze-haired teenager was sitting in the middle of the amphitheater. He was staring at the blue and beautiful cloudy sky, his gaze unwavering. His green eyes were glazed over. He paid no heed to the sky, actually. It wasn't dark out. He wasn't star-gazing. Was it technically cloud-gazing or sky-gazing? Dally did not know. Dally rolled over, putting all his weight onto his shoulder. The boy brought his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around. He kind of looked like a fetus, in this position. His back was flithy with all the dirt that he laid on, but Dally did not care.
"Tick tock," Dally keep mumbling to himself, transfixed on those two words. He hated clocks. Time was ticking. "Tick tock," he repeated again, but now in a screeching voice. He wriggled around in his position, not caring if there were any campers to make fun of him. It was obvious this boy was absolute strange, even for a demigod.
"Tick tock," Dally keep mumbling to himself, transfixed on those two words. He hated clocks. Time was ticking. "Tick tock," he repeated again, but now in a screeching voice. He wriggled around in his position, not caring if there were any campers to make fun of him. It was obvious this boy was absolute strange, even for a demigod.