Post by Ace on Aug 20, 2011 23:40:13 GMT -5
He twirled his sword in his hand. His bright green eyes shone like the early spring grass tipped with crystal dew drops. His dirty blonde-almost mud colored-hair stuck up in spikes. A nice day to be...sticking a sword through someone. He slashed outward and the demigod before him fell. He wiped the blood from his cheek. It wasn't his. The mark on his arm flashed a brilliant green as his sword shrunk and formed a poker card in his hand. The black ace of spades card his mother had given to him as a child. It turned into a sword if he allowed some of his power to flow into it.
Speaking of mother, she had called him. He turned around and left the demigod on the ground dying. Another nameless face no longer able to live again. But he was a traitor, so it didn't matter. Those who betrayed his mother didn't deserve the gift of life.
The earth before him molded and grew into a form of a woman before him. He quickly bowed before her. "Mother." His voice was dull and calm.
"My son." Gaea replied. He had no name. "I have decided to start a raid against Camp Half Blood. I want you to survey it from the sidelines. Pick out any formidable fighters we have to either make join, or get rid of. Also, get all the battle tactics or defense formations they have."
The boy blinked his green eyes and bowed again. "Understood."
................
The day of the raid was chaos for the camp. The demigods were running left and right. The blonde just sat in the tree and watched the whole thing unfold. Suddenly, there was an arrow sprouting from the branch beside him. He jumped off the tree and landed in front of a girl. She looked startled. She was the one that had shot the arrow. The green sign of Gaea flashed on his arm as his sword grew to its full length through her stomach. He let out a small sigh. Another one. Foolish resisters.
A shout from a boy made him turn around. He was shocked to see a dark haired boy yell out what seemed to be the girl's name. Fools. All fools. Letting anger get to you. He didn't understand their idiotic ways. The boy clashed with him. No matter how many times Ace slashed him down, he would stand back up.
Why?
Hatred shot through him. Why? Why did he keep standing? Another slash. The boy landed on the floor. Then he struggled to stand.
Why?
He didn't understand. The boy looked up. His eyes were blazing with defiance...and something else...What was it? For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to fight him anymore. What was that look in his eyes? No, not hate..something...else....
................
Back at his mother's, he fingered his card gingerly. Something made those camps strong and able to withstand. Made them able to stay together. He wanted to know. Why? He had killed all those people for his mother. Had his mother given him recognition? Wasn't he just a pawn that was less in power? He was weaker. He had to listen to her. But that kid had been weaker than him...he hadn't given up...
He let out a long sigh. Maybe the weak weren't meant to serve under the strong. Maybe the will made a weak person stronger. His mother never gave him a name, never loved him. She used everyone.
He began to open his eyes. For the first time, he thought about what he wanted himself. He had no friends because his mother told him he could be betrayed. He wanted friends.
He told his mother that day to her face. "I want a name."
"What?"
"A name," he repeated to her.
"A name is identity. You're a spy. You don't need one, fool."
"...Then I'll go somewhere where I can get one."
...................
Running. There was nowhere to go. Running. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Where was it again? Where was the camp again? The soldiers were after him. On demigod successfully slashed him a few times. But now he was getting away...kind of.
He melted into a tree as the group rushed past, shouting. He separated from the trunk and closed his green eyes in exhaustion. The border was right there...but would they accept him there?
Gaea in the meanwhile was thinking. She had failed to kill her traitor of a son. She was furious. Wait, if he was thought of as a spy, would the camp kill him from suspicion? Or maybe if they found out he was her son... She snickered and decided. Erasing his memories it was.
He would know if he crossed...He took a step over the border. And he would not remember anything. Nothing. But he would gain a new name. Ace would finally have friends for the first time.
Speaking of mother, she had called him. He turned around and left the demigod on the ground dying. Another nameless face no longer able to live again. But he was a traitor, so it didn't matter. Those who betrayed his mother didn't deserve the gift of life.
The earth before him molded and grew into a form of a woman before him. He quickly bowed before her. "Mother." His voice was dull and calm.
"My son." Gaea replied. He had no name. "I have decided to start a raid against Camp Half Blood. I want you to survey it from the sidelines. Pick out any formidable fighters we have to either make join, or get rid of. Also, get all the battle tactics or defense formations they have."
The boy blinked his green eyes and bowed again. "Understood."
................
The day of the raid was chaos for the camp. The demigods were running left and right. The blonde just sat in the tree and watched the whole thing unfold. Suddenly, there was an arrow sprouting from the branch beside him. He jumped off the tree and landed in front of a girl. She looked startled. She was the one that had shot the arrow. The green sign of Gaea flashed on his arm as his sword grew to its full length through her stomach. He let out a small sigh. Another one. Foolish resisters.
A shout from a boy made him turn around. He was shocked to see a dark haired boy yell out what seemed to be the girl's name. Fools. All fools. Letting anger get to you. He didn't understand their idiotic ways. The boy clashed with him. No matter how many times Ace slashed him down, he would stand back up.
Why?
Hatred shot through him. Why? Why did he keep standing? Another slash. The boy landed on the floor. Then he struggled to stand.
Why?
He didn't understand. The boy looked up. His eyes were blazing with defiance...and something else...What was it? For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to fight him anymore. What was that look in his eyes? No, not hate..something...else....
................
Back at his mother's, he fingered his card gingerly. Something made those camps strong and able to withstand. Made them able to stay together. He wanted to know. Why? He had killed all those people for his mother. Had his mother given him recognition? Wasn't he just a pawn that was less in power? He was weaker. He had to listen to her. But that kid had been weaker than him...he hadn't given up...
He let out a long sigh. Maybe the weak weren't meant to serve under the strong. Maybe the will made a weak person stronger. His mother never gave him a name, never loved him. She used everyone.
He began to open his eyes. For the first time, he thought about what he wanted himself. He had no friends because his mother told him he could be betrayed. He wanted friends.
He told his mother that day to her face. "I want a name."
"What?"
"A name," he repeated to her.
"A name is identity. You're a spy. You don't need one, fool."
"...Then I'll go somewhere where I can get one."
...................
Running. There was nowhere to go. Running. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Where was it again? Where was the camp again? The soldiers were after him. On demigod successfully slashed him a few times. But now he was getting away...kind of.
He melted into a tree as the group rushed past, shouting. He separated from the trunk and closed his green eyes in exhaustion. The border was right there...but would they accept him there?
Gaea in the meanwhile was thinking. She had failed to kill her traitor of a son. She was furious. Wait, if he was thought of as a spy, would the camp kill him from suspicion? Or maybe if they found out he was her son... She snickered and decided. Erasing his memories it was.
He would know if he crossed...He took a step over the border. And he would not remember anything. Nothing. But he would gain a new name. Ace would finally have friends for the first time.
