Jax had surprisingly decided to train today. Big shock for him, but you know, when you live in a camp where every minute of your existence you are reminded that you'll need to fight for your life, there comes that time when you break, when you give up and you say 'Fine, l'll do what you say, gimme a break'. Granted training wasn't thst bsd, but surely one of the most boring parts of Camp Half-Blood life. Right up there with girls -not as boring as annoying, or scary, maybe. And that was something both his split personalities agreed on. Actually, no, worst part was the Ares kids not appreciating losing at Poker. And the repercussions of that. AKA getting a butt kick for no reason -except when he cheated which was always. But that was every day stuff. Happened all the time. Fun camp, huh? Actually, no sometimes it was. Or no\? Shut up me! No, you shut up!
As he was literally fighting with himself, he spotted the most terrifying image ever: That Roman chick he had seen at the lake the other day. He pleaded to all the Gods he remembered at the moment not to have been spotted back as he stealthily made his way towards his cabin.
As he was literally fighting with himself, he spotted the most terrifying image ever: That Roman chick he had seen at the lake the other day. He pleaded to all the Gods he remembered at the moment not to have been spotted back as he stealthily made his way towards his cabin.