Splitting a Soul~Chapter 1

Chapter 1~Calm Before the Alarm
My morning had started out about the same as it had every morning for the past several months. I laid in my bed and looked over at the alarm clock, with the light red glow of the numbers read 5:59 AM. I held my finger over the off button and waited for the buzzard to sound. I wasn’t sure when it was that I started waking up before the alarm sounded, but nowadays it seemed almost natural. It even got to the point that even on my days off, I found myself unable to fall back asleep once I was up. It was all thanks to Joe and El, my trainers who had been working me like a dog for the past several months. While I admit that I was the one that asked them for training in the first place, training mostly consisted of me dodging lightning bolts or being washed away by a tidal wave. I heard the alarm clock start to buzz, but I instantly turned it off before it even got half way into its first note.

“Time to get up,” I told myself as I pushed my blankets aside and swung my legs over the side of the bed. As soon as my feet hit the cold wooden floor, I felt a shiver run up my spine. It was mid-November now and most mornings were like this. I clapped my hands once and the torches along the walls began to ignite one by one, filling the room with bright blue light that my eyes tried their best to adjust to. I went over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes, including an extra pair of socks to keep my feet warm. I slipped on my Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and slipped on the camps official hoodie on over it. I then slipped on a pair of jeans and headed out.

The sun still wasn’t out unfortunately and as I let out a small yawn, I could see my breath in the faint light generated by the outside lightning of the camp. Very few people were up this early, with the exception Nyx’s children who were getting ready for bed. Being the goddess of the night, her children tended to stay up all night and sleep during the day. It sometimes caused problems for the cabins next to them, as the Nyx cabin would sometimes have parties that went on all night and the other cabins would complain. Even Dionysus threatened to turn them all into dolphins once when he was recovering from a party on Olympus, one of the few times he was allowed to drink actual wine. The Eos cabin was also just starting to wake up, being children of the goddess of the dawn.

“Up again early I see,” came a voice from behind me, accompanied with a slap on the back.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” I asked the lake nymph, Angel.

“Nymphs don’t sleep unless we want to,” she said, circling around me. She looked about the same as always. She still had the same greenish tint to her skin, but in the winter it seemed that a layer of frost was forming on her greenish hair, which I wondered if it was naturally like that. “So what’s up?”

“Not much, just going to get something to eat before practice,” I told her, heading over to the mess hall and we chatted as she followed me. Over the past few months, Angel had spent less time simply hanging around the shores of her lake and instead spent more time at camp. She mostly just would watch fights in the arena or hang back to check out games of Capture the Flag, which were like movies to her as she would watch them with a bag of popcorn in hand. Where she got the popcorn I still have no idea as it wasn’t allowed in camp. Occasionally she would also check out my training sessions, cheering from the stands or giving me advise that sounded good, but advice that El and Joe could also hear, meaning they would always change tactics.

We eventually made it to the mess hall and grabbed a few plates and some glasses from a stack prepared for the morning breakfast, which wasn’t for another hour or so. Angel followed me to my table and we grabbed some seats across from each other. “French toast and bacon please,” I told the plate and the food magically appeared. I then turned to my cup. “Some hot chocolate as well please.”

“Just some Caribbean seaweed and arctic circle water for me please,” Angel asked and the food magically appeared on her plate and cup. I always wondered what the extent of the magic was on the mess hall’s plates, but I never really questioned it. Angel began to dig into her food like it was the most delicious thing in the world, but to me it looked like wet lettuce and water. I began digging into my own breakfast, covering the French toast in syrup and sometimes slipping a piece of bacon past my lips.

“So, today the day you’re finally going to win against those two?” Angel asked, pointing her fork at me before bringing it to her mouth and taking another bit of seaweed.

“First off, it is two against one. I don’t think I’d be able to beat them even if I lived to be a hundred,” I told her, but she just waved her hand dismissively. “But think about this, if you lived to be a hundred, El and Joe would most likely be dead, making you the winner,” she said with a smile. The joke was obviously in bad taste, but it lifted my spirits somewhat.

“I’m sure that they would find a way to kick my butt from the Underworld,” I joked back at her.

The rest of breakfast continued on like that for a little while until the time came where I had to go. We walked over to the fire and I dumped in the crust from my French toast and a slice of bacon.

‘Dad, Pisteuo, I know I’m going to need some help today,’ I thought as I watched the smoke head up into the sky. The smell seemed to fill the air and it almost made me hungry all over again. Angel did the same, dropping some left over seaweed into the fire and praying to whichever god she normally prayed to, maybe Poseidon but I didn’t know and she never really told anyone.

“Ok, off to the arena to watch you kick major butt,” Angel said and I wondered where she got her confidence from because I could definitely use just a spoonful of it right now.

(Work in Progress, chapter not done yet but somebody wanted a little sample before going on vacation)

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