Odelia Celtigar was not going to watch the Gods pass her by. She was going to fight.
However she had to.
Whenever she had to.
And she was only going to stop when the battle is done.
But that's just it...
The battles are never done.
The world was on...
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Odelia happily skipped onto the porch of her house. She had just climbed off of the bus and had great news to tell her father! As always, no matter what time it was, Dante was patiently waiting for her. His brown skin had begun to sweat and he wiped his forehead, but he stood tall and firm for Odelia.
“Daddy!” She shouted with a smile as she ran directly into his open arms. Dante shared his daughter’s excitement and picked her up, twirling her around a bit.
Odelia giggled. “Put me down!”
“No can do, princess!” He took her inside their two bedroom house, but not before waving to the bus driver.
“I got an A on my spelling test, Daddy!” The girl asked, hoping he would be proud of her. Mother always said she had to be the best, but Daddy said that failure was okay sometimes.
Odelia wanted him to be happy for her, so he could tell Mother only good things about her while she was away for “work”.
She barely had time to move as Luke’s blade came down on her. Odelia kicked herself off the ground and regained her swords just in time. Her boyfriend merely smirked, knowing he almost had her. Like usual, their spars caught the attention of most of the campers.
Luke and Odelia were the two best with weapons in camp. Worse, they knew it and the son of Hermes was levels better than her.
With Annabeth following. There was Ethan and Thalia, but one ran away and the other was practically dead.
It hurts to think about both of them. The former more than the latter.
The brown-skinned girl brandished her long swords once more. The two circled each other, both demigods looking for an opening, an opportunity to strike and take the win. Odelia lunged first, not being able to keep herself idle in a fight.
Her left arm swung over Luke’s right side. He easily parried, but didn’t know his girlfriend’s right blade was aiming for his legs. It was almost insulting, the way he wasn’t giving his all in this spar, but he didn’t have too.
The son of Hermes quickly took two steps back and blocked both blades, narrowly avoiding a cut.
Maiming wasn’t allowed in training spars, definitely if it was intentional. However, Odelia and Luke wouldn’t cry over bloodshed. Even if it was their own.
Luke swung his sword again. This time, Odelia raised both blades and the couple had a battle of the wills.
Castellan’s strength or Celtigar’s pride? Everyone at Camp Half-Blood admired him for being the best. She got nothing for always being second place. That was the way of life. The strong lead, and now more than ever, Odelia needed to prove that she was as strong as anyone.
I can’t lose.
Her pride won out. Odelia kicked at Luke’s left leg, throwing him off his guard. But he retaliated moments later with a swift slash at her right wrist. Her strong arm. “Ah.” She hissed as her blade fell out of her hand, leaving her with one sword.
The son of Hermes took ground as he twisted his body and swiped her sword away with his foot. The other demigod made a feint motion of swinging towards his left side and Luke moved to defend himself, but Odelia lunged at his stomach.
He obviously wasn’t expecting that, but Luke saw the ploy and didn’t allow himself to be put down by that. He spun on his heels and attacked, but Odelia used her height to her advantage. She ducked down and dodged his sword.
Luke’s leg swiped her left foot from under her and the girl landed on one knee, disarmed for a second time. She attempted to reach for one of her blades, but was stopped by the sight of the half celestial bronze, half tempered steel sword so close to her neck.
The scarred boy’s breathing was as heavy as Odelia’s. However, a smirk adorned his lips. “Yield, Odi?” His eyes seemed to smile.
He looks cute.
Odelia didn’t say anything, simply pushed his sword away. She wasn’t a sore loser. She just wanted to win.
The roar of their audience came back. She hadn’t been aware that she stopped listening. Amongst the cheers, the demigod could distinctly hear one of the Stolls yelling, “I lost 30 drachma for you!”
Luke reached out his hand. Odelia blew out a frustrated breath and accepted it. He pulled her up from the ground and closer to himself. Seeing the irritation on her face, the son of Hermes tried to console his girlfriend. “Hey, this was just a friendly match. No hard feelings.”
Odelia simply nodded. “No hard feelings.” She leaned down to pick up her swords and turned away from Luke. “I’m going to clean up and get this dirt out of my hair, yeah?” She said while walking to the bathhouse.
After showering, she practically crawled back to the Hermes cabin, hoping to avoid Luke.
She was…partially successful. He was standing off to the side, talking to Chris Rodriguez and some of the other kids. When he saw her trudge past him to her own bed, he decided to leave her alone. Odelia wasn’t angry at him. Not really. But he wouldn’t understand.
