Ebony Wings: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Theresa

"Hey wake up, Gothic-boy." Theresa shook Christopher.

"What do you want?" He groaned.

"It's morning, time to wake up."

"5 more minutes." He pulled the covers over him.

Theresa pulled the covers off him. "Come on, you haven't even bathed from since yesterday. At least do that."

Christopher groaned and sat up, his eyes bloodshot. "It doesn't matter who you girls are, be it Aunt Aaira or you; none of you know the importance of a man's sleep."

"Aunt Aaira?" She raised an eyebrow.

"The sweet old woman incharged of the orphanage I was in."

"Does she know you're here? The way you speak of her, you sound like you care about her a lot."

Christoper didn't meet her eyes. "She's- she passed away."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Her death wasn't your fault." Christopher stood up and stretched, pulling up and little bit of his shirt. He wasn't as well-built as other demigods in camp; of course the demigods in camp have had years of combat training and fighting compared to him.

"So what exactly do you do in this camp exactly?" Christopher asked.

"Sword-fighting, pegasi-riding, rock-climbing with lave, canoing."

"Canoing doesn't seem to fit in that list of things." Christopher noted.

"By the way." Theresa pulled out a t-shirt from one of the closets. "Here, your first camp half-blood shirt."

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