Post by alanamatte on Mar 5, 2012 19:37:18 GMT -5
Alana Matte
I walked into the arena, sword in hand. Chiron had given it to me as a loan until I found my own. How I could find my own sword I had no idea. I gripped the soft, worn metal in my right hand and tried to find an open dummy where I could practice. I was wearing the bright orange monstrosity Chiron had given me the first day, but it wasn't my fault that I couldn't clean any of my clothes until the washer and drier in the Hermes cabin were fixed. I guess some kid must have stolen one of the pieces, but nobody had confessed.
I found a dummy in the corner of the arena where nobody was working. I put the sword up against the side of the dummy's head, ready to slack it to bits. I couldn't do it. The dummy was so realistic. It had fake button eyes and a bright red thread mouth shaped into a long line across it's face, like a scar. The sword drooped to my side. Daughter of Athena, yeah right. I thought. No wonder she didn't want me. No wonder she hasn't claimed me. UGH! I screamed at myself. Why was I putting myself through this torture? Determined, I raised the sword to arm level before twisting it over my head, ready to swing. I would do it. I would stab that dummy in the side. I was determined to do it, but I had never used a sword before, and it felt weird in my hands. I felt my wrist twist and the sword dropped from my hands. I jumped backwards, colliding with someone.
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