Ebony Wings: Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Theresa

Theresa was in inside the makeshift first-aid tent when it happened.

She was originally hiding out within the camp borders but when more and more people went out to join the fight Theresa decided that she could help out.

It was needed too, the Apollo kids had their hands full.

"Theresa over here!" Richard, an Apollo kid that had dyed purpled hair, called her over. "Help me set this shoulder back into place."

"This is nothing. Really." The victim- ahem, patient, was a Ares kid.

"Yeah? Well too bad. You're pretty much lost all ability to use this arm for a while-" In the middle of talking that was supposed to distract the Ares kid, Theresa snapped the dislocated shoulder back into place.

"Ah!"

"Oh suck it up." Theresa stuffed some ambrosia into his mouth and then turned to help the other injured demigods.

She looked around for clean bandages and ambrosia. She was too distracted to even bother about the fact that she was out in the night. Even after Christopher- Aidan's talk, she couldn't shake off her fear.

But she didn't have time to care about that; there were people to help.

"Here." Theresa started to bandage the ankle of a girl who was just brought into the infirmary.

"Theresa?"

She looked up and saw the girl's face. "Amanda?"

The child of Aphrodite that always used to bully her looked down at her sadly. "Hey."

"What-" Theresa turned to the battlefield and then turned back to Amanda. "What were you doing out there?"

Amanda bit her lip. "I saw one of them try to kil Gideon- I couldn't let him. I shoved him forward to throw him off but he turned to me with hatred that was almost tangible. He kicked me in the ankle and I heard the bone sanp. Luckily, one of the other Athena kids saved us."

"Huh." Theresa muttered in disbelief, "Who knew you had a heroic bone in your horribly ugly personality." Theresa continued to set the ankle and bandage it.

"Hey. I'm sorry for-" Amanda paused. "You know. Everything. I was just so- just so jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

"You." Amanda admitted. "I mean, look at you. You're so pretty even without trying. You don't put on make up and you still look like a knockout- Me? I have to put on make-up, curl my hair. And also. Mike."

"Mike?"

"I was jealous of how close you guys are and-"

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Theresa had just finished the bandage. "I thought you were together with Gideon."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "As if. Gideon's a real muscle-head. All he wants to do is pick fights and beat people up. That boyfriend of yours really hurt your pride when he beat Gideon up."

"Yeah he did." Theresa agreed but quickly frowned again. "You know, if you want to get a boy to like you, insulting his good friend is probably not the best thing to do."

Amanda snorted, which broke that perfect image that a child of Aphrodite was supposed to have for a while. "Yeah I know that now."

Theresa stood up. "I have to go help the others, keep your weight off that ankle you hear me?"

"Yeah." Amanda nodded but looked past Theresa at something behind her. "Uhmm, Theresa I think you should look at that. Your boyfriend-"

Theresa jerked up at that and turned quickly, not able to stop the gasp that came out of her mouth.

Aidan was standing there, looking up at the image, a crescent moon surrounded by stars, that had materialised over his head. The image casted a silver light all around Aidan, illuminating everything around him.

That wasn't the only thing- He's wings.

They resembled Aidan's wings perfectly so Theresa wondered if it was just her ability but the gasps and looks from the other demigods told her that those wings were real.

Theresa realised that those wings were made up of darkness, much like the darkness those Shadows controlled. The darkness sprouted out of his shoulder blades along with wrapping around his chest and arms, created armour for him.

As the image faded and everyone's gazes fell upon Aidan, she saw him tense up.

"I need to go." Theresa said urgently to no one. Before anyone could stop her, she was already running towards him.

"Theresa!" She recognised that voice, it was Cecelia's. Though she didn't stop for her either.

Theresa understood now. The darkness, how it seemed to stay away when Aidan was around, how Aidan seemed so comfortable in the darkness. And then- the moon and the stars.

Aidan was a son of Nyx. Something that no one in camp had probably heard or seen before.

(WIP)