Jun 10, 2021 22:50:10 GMT -5
WORDS: | TAGS: Jezekiel Foley Corbin Blake |
Elitsa strode into the mess hall, intent on the direction of her table. The area of the mess hall that was designated to her cohort and her cohort alone. The same area that she had sat and eaten at for years. It rarely changed. Sure, there was an occasional celebration or war game that required a banquet of honor after, but for the most part, it didn't change. Today, seemed to be different. Elitsa had made it across the room and noticed that a few people were already occupying the space. People who were wearing orange and most definitely not permitted to sit where they were currently sitting.
Had Elitsa been anyone other than herself, those campers would have been in for a very rude awakening. Any number of her cohort mates would have had them wishing they had never set foot inside of the mess hall, much less the hallowed ground that they were sitting upon. And it most assuredly was sacred. They were not the first cohort but they had all bled and fought to get where they were. They had proven themselves worthy to sit under the second's banners. Thankfully for the misinformed Greeks, Elitsa was more forgiving. She knew what it was like to be new. What it was like to make mistakes and be in a foreign land with no choice that was your own.
So she let them have their meal, choosing to sit slightly farther down from them. The food appeared instantly and she couldn't help but listen into the conversation that was being said between the orange-clad strangers. There were complaints of schedules and training duties. Elitsa didn't bother to speak up, didn't care to draw any attention to herself. Instead, she took another bite as she listened, a small grin on her lips at how very unprepared they all were for what was coming for them.
Had Elitsa been anyone other than herself, those campers would have been in for a very rude awakening. Any number of her cohort mates would have had them wishing they had never set foot inside of the mess hall, much less the hallowed ground that they were sitting upon. And it most assuredly was sacred. They were not the first cohort but they had all bled and fought to get where they were. They had proven themselves worthy to sit under the second's banners. Thankfully for the misinformed Greeks, Elitsa was more forgiving. She knew what it was like to be new. What it was like to make mistakes and be in a foreign land with no choice that was your own.
So she let them have their meal, choosing to sit slightly farther down from them. The food appeared instantly and she couldn't help but listen into the conversation that was being said between the orange-clad strangers. There were complaints of schedules and training duties. Elitsa didn't bother to speak up, didn't care to draw any attention to herself. Instead, she took another bite as she listened, a small grin on her lips at how very unprepared they all were for what was coming for them.
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