When War Met Wisdom.

Chapter 8: The Proper Reunion

Caspian's P.O.V

As Caspian made her way through the bustling camp, she couldn't help but notice how much it had changed during her absence. The once unadorned railing she grazed with her hand was now elegantly decorated with intricate gold detailing, a clear sign of the influence wielded by none other than Demitria. She marvelled at the transformation, realising that Demitria's aura now seemed to envelop the entire camp, especially the bridge leading to Ares' cabin.

As she continued her journey, she was bombarded by the boisterous cacophony of yelling, shouting, and even some profanities being thrown around by other campers. The atmosphere was far from peaceful, but Caspian knew that she would find solace in Demitria's cabin. It was situated at the farthest end of the camp, away from the bustling arena and the mess hall. The thought of being in a quieter space comforted her.

Amidst the chaos, she caught glimpses of the towering Redwood trees that had stood witness to countless generations of demigods. One tree, in particular, held special significance to Caspian — it was the very tree where she had shared her first kiss with Demitria. The memory brought a mix of joy and sadness to her heart.

As she rounded the corner and laid eyes on the tree, memories of their past rushed back to her. She kneeled before the ancient trunk, running her fingers gently over the carving that bore both her and Demitria's names inside a small heart. The emotions she had suppressed for so long came surging to the surface, and tears welled up in her eyes. The turmoil she had carried inside was finally being released.

Suddenly, the serene atmosphere was interrupted by the distinct sound of leaves crunching under heavy boots and the clinking of swords against armour. Caspian turned around and there she stood — Demitria, illuminated by the soft moonlight, wearing a golden-coated breastplate that made her look truly ethereal. Her helm adorned her head, adding to her majestic aura.

Their eyes met, and Caspian was momentarily taken aback by the striking appearance of the person she had missed so deeply during her absence. Demitria's presence seemed to command the attention of the entire camp, and Caspian couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for her friend's achievements.

Demitria approached with a mix of concern and warmth in her eyes, understanding the flood of emotions that Caspian must be experiencing. Without a word, she sat down beside Caspian, offering a comforting presence. They didn't need to speak; their bond was strong enough to bridge any communication gap.

The moon continued to cast its gentle glow over them as they sat under the sacred tree. In the stillness of the night, Caspian felt a sense of homecoming, knowing that she was back where she belonged — not just at Camp Half-Blood but by Demitria's side. Whatever adventures and challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just like they always had.

As the moments passed in comfortable silence, Caspian couldn't help but reflect on the time that had separated them. Her heart ached with regret for the years she had missed, but she also felt a newfound determination to make up for the lost time. The connection she shared with Demitria was unlike anything else she had ever experienced, and she cherished it more than ever.

Demitria, sensing the whirlwind of emotions within her friend, gently placed a hand on Caspian's shoulder, offering her silent support. There was an unspoken understanding between them — the kind that only true friends could share. Caspian felt reassured, knowing that Demitria was there for her, no matter what.

As the night wore on, they remained beneath the ancient tree, occasionally sharing stories about the adventures they had both embarked upon during their time apart. Caspian listened intently, captivated by Demitria's tales of bravery and triumph, and she couldn't help but feel proud of her friend's accomplishments. It was evident that Demitria had grown into a formidable warrior and leader, earning the respect and admiration of her fellow campers.