Tylla II - Cristo Romero

                                    

                                          
"Go again! You're slow today, misses!! My grandmother would had been more faster, if she was alive!!" I pushed at my 'students', with a nasty sneer. My trademark. You know, I don't think if them as my students, since we have more or less the same age... more like 'wannabes' is more suitable for them.
                          
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Cristo Romero, actual leader (but only after a long and painful, which was kind of fun, initiation in which the leader thought I'd never make it, but I proved him wrong) of Cabin 5, the Ares' Cabin in Camp Half-Blood, located in Long Island, New York. I've been leader of this bunch for almost half my life and I have no intentions of showing weaknesses by passing the flame.
                          
"Don't you push them too much?" I heard a voice behind me. I let out a sigh and turn to see the person who dared to speak to me while giving my class. I turned around and saw the newest/wrong addition to our campers. Annabelle Chain, wrongly chosen as Daughter of Neptune. 'Daughter of Neptune'... What were the Romans thinking?!
                          
"You're new, so that means that you don't know very well yet how things work around here..." I told her, not taking my eyes of my class "Let me explain you how this works. My class, my rules" I gestured the class and then, myself, wanting to get the point straight.
                          
"Peter warned me about you..." she admitted and I growled inside. Peter Johnson. He was Athena's Cabin' Ice Prince. Everyone was kind of scare of him, though he's a good sparring partner when needed one "He also refused to make me train with him..." she added, under her breath, which was also heard by me. I turned around, looking at her with wide eyes.
                          
"He didn't want to train with you? He didn't?" I emphasized, not believing my ears. The girl, Annabelle, nodded, looking at me crestfallen.
                          
"He doesn't do that often, does he?" she figured it out faster than I expected her to do. I nodded. Man, I owe now drachmas to Claudine if she ever finds out! And she will! "He sent me to train with you, guys..." By now, my students were making a break and listening to our conversation.
                          
"You're not gonna last with us, kid" Myrna said, smirking. I smirked along, because she was completely right. We're not known for being the toughest and the meanest group for nothing.
                          
"Ha!" she laughed, half in mockery "I was trained with the Romans! If someone knows about giving no room, is them!" she stated, pulling her sword out. It wasn't like any sword I've ever seen, because it pulled right out of a pen "So, who wants to start?" I looked between my siblings and they looked back at me, the same expression of surprised in them.
                          
"Myrna, you start... If by a miracle she passes you, I'll go next" I arranged with her. Myrna nodded and walked towards the center of the arena, pushing people away from it. I was standing on the sideline, watching the entire fight. When I glanced to my side, I saw someone stopping next to me. I just hope is not...
                          
"So, our very own daughter of Poseidon is fighting a daughter of Ares?" Is this some kind of endurance's test? I sighed and looked at Claudine standing right next to me. Her messy brown hair is hold onto place and away from her face with a red bandanna, showing off her sparkly light blue eyes. Sparkly with mischef, I mean!
                          
"Peter sent her with us" I grumbled out, trying to be tough. The fight was going well, but it was obvious that Annabelle was used to a different fighting style than Myrna, which made difficult to say who was winning.
                          
"You know, our bet is still on-"
                          
CLANK!
                          
The noise made echo in the silent arena. It was kind of a surprise when I saw Annabelle on the floor, trying to hold on to her position, not backing away, and Myrna on her feet, continuing the fight. But the shock (and, with it, the noise) was seeing an standing Peter between the girls and his knife against Myrna's sword.
                          
"What the Hell, Peter?!?" Annabelle complained to him, getting up. She cleaned her clothes from dust and walked out of the arena. Peter simply put his knife in his sheath, before following her.
                          
"You surprise me, Cristo... Letting a rookie like her take down Myrna..." Peter scolded me, with his ice cold tone.
                          
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Annabelle jumped into my defense before I could speak a word. Even Claudine was impressed by that "You were the one who sent me with him! I did what he asked me and I'm not some rookie with no knowledge of anything!"
                          
"Actually, you are" Claudine butted in. Annabelle wanted to kill her into silence right now, and I don't blame her "In our techniques!"
                          
"See? Rookie" Peter used that to prove his point. Annabelle look either ready to strangle him or burst into tears.
                          
"Urgh!! Why you have to believe you are such as wise guy!!"
                          
"I wouldn't have if your brain wasn't full of seaweed"
                          
"Hey! I don't have my brain full of seaweed!! Your brain should be full of feathers is you can't even give a reason!!"
                          
"Annie?" we all saw what it looked like a giant walking our way. But he wasn't one. He was tall, sure, but he was dressed with some really oversized Camp T-shirt with some jeans and a leather apron. His brown hair was a rat's nest more or less and his only eye was looking at us, worryingly "Are you OK? The beach is a mess..." I took a look at the beach and, like the big guy said, the lake was moving around like a tsunami with no wind.
                          
"I- I'll be" she pushed us out of the way and walked towards her cabin, only the big guy following her. Only then, I could snapped back into reality.
                          
"Why was that Cyclop acting like if he knew her?!" I asked around, not expecting an answer.
                          
"That's her brother, Tyson... You know, the one the kids from Hephaestus won't shut about it?" Claudine supplied to me. Sometimes, it was good to be civil to a kid of Hermes. They have ears everywhere!
                          
"What about that big bird over his shoulder?" I questioned, watching how a bird landed on his shoulder. Claudine laughed and shook her head.
                          
"Don't call Tyson's wife a 'big bird over his shoulder'" I rolled my eyes. How was I suppose to know that?! I turned to Peter, who was still standing on his spot.
                          
"You sent her with us, you leave her training to me"
                          
"She's not ready for your training" he argued with me.
                          
"Y should had thought that when you told her to come train with us" Peter glared at me, but left in silence, towards his cabin. It was obvious the glances he was sending to Annabelle.
                          
"You know our bet is still on?" Claudine reminded me, smirking.
                          
"Remind me again why we made the bet?"
                          
"Was either that or a date..."
                          
"Take it back, I'll take you out..." It's one lousy date, what harm can it do?
                          
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Well, guys! I delivered as promised! Three chapters today, so I hope this fills your inner necessity. I've been having problems organizing the website (can't believe I managed to make it!) but I'm hoping it could be online this next weekend!! Until then, keep checking this and my other stories around!!