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by Lindsey Callaghan 10/27/2015, 9:34 amThe sun slowly rose from the distant waves, the bright orange glow turning the water red as if the sea had been polluted by spilled blood. Watching the coming dawn was the Yena, she sat on the cool sand, her black eyes staring at something in the distance, something which only she could see. The wind ran its cool salt scented fingers through her night black hair which flowed long and loose behind her like a inky waterfall. Yena had not intended to be out here all night, staring across the sea but due to increasingly dark dreams she found sleep to be difficult, if not impossible. Having grown weary of the battle for sleep she sought to clear her head by listening to the calming sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore.
Somehow, Yena ended up lost in private thought, how different her life seemed now to when she first strolled into camp all those years ago. How different the world was to that time and how different she happened to be from her fellow demigods.
Yena wore the orange Camp Half-blood t-shirt with her hero of the soviet union medal, she never appeared without her medal to her it was a matter of pride, she wore a pair of pale blue jeans and black trainers, hardly the uniform of a soldier, she looked more like a teenager than a veteran of the Great Patriotic War. Lying next to her lay the crumpled form of her dull black hoodie jumper. Yena recently resumed riding lessons at camp, one of her half sisters gave her the hoodie as a gift. On it, in bold white letters were Wanted One Horse Box and a Handsome Boy if interested, send picture of the Horse Box.
It happened to an amusing hoodie, yet it did not sought her interests. Yena would much rather prefer a beautiful girl to a handsome boy and well since she did not own a horse of her own, a horse box to Yena would not serve much use.
Regardless, at the moment she did not feel up to a relationship with anyone. The present campers would not know of her girlfriend from before the war and Yena had displayed no interest in revealing herself to be a homosexual to the other campers. Some things came with time or at least when Yena believed she was ready to tell the truth.
But that was not what kept her up at night, no the horrors of the Great Patriotic War kept the former soldier awake at night or haunted her in the land of dreams.
It seemed she was destined to never truly escape conflict, but what else could be expected from a child of Enyo? War was a part of her.
Somehow, Yena ended up lost in private thought, how different her life seemed now to when she first strolled into camp all those years ago. How different the world was to that time and how different she happened to be from her fellow demigods.
Yena wore the orange Camp Half-blood t-shirt with her hero of the soviet union medal, she never appeared without her medal to her it was a matter of pride, she wore a pair of pale blue jeans and black trainers, hardly the uniform of a soldier, she looked more like a teenager than a veteran of the Great Patriotic War. Lying next to her lay the crumpled form of her dull black hoodie jumper. Yena recently resumed riding lessons at camp, one of her half sisters gave her the hoodie as a gift. On it, in bold white letters were Wanted One Horse Box and a Handsome Boy if interested, send picture of the Horse Box.
It happened to an amusing hoodie, yet it did not sought her interests. Yena would much rather prefer a beautiful girl to a handsome boy and well since she did not own a horse of her own, a horse box to Yena would not serve much use.
Regardless, at the moment she did not feel up to a relationship with anyone. The present campers would not know of her girlfriend from before the war and Yena had displayed no interest in revealing herself to be a homosexual to the other campers. Some things came with time or at least when Yena believed she was ready to tell the truth.
But that was not what kept her up at night, no the horrors of the Great Patriotic War kept the former soldier awake at night or haunted her in the land of dreams.
It seemed she was destined to never truly escape conflict, but what else could be expected from a child of Enyo? War was a part of her.
