Ancient Greece

It glistened and glinted in the midday sun, deadly and beautiful all at the same time, it was mesmerising, well, it would've been had it not been pointed at my stomach.

I dove to the left as the soldier lunged towards me, hoping his sharp blade would sink through my skin. It missed, barely, but I was on the floor with no weapon and a highly trained Greek soldier coming towards me. I rolled as he plunged the sword down where my head used to be. I looked between the injured ground and shimmering sword in shock.

I dodged another blow to the head, it nicked my arm instead, leaving a long cut along my forearm. I hissed and glared up at the soldier who was not much older than myself. His brown locks fell into his eyes, which I couldn't help but notice were a milky chocolate colour, kind of repulsive, but intriguing at the same time. There was a scream somewhere off in the east and it caused both the soldier and I to freeze in pace.

We looked at each other at the same time. I smirked and jumped up, kicking the soldier and knocking him backwards. My right hand gripped the handle of the sword and forced it out of the ground, but the soldier was defenseless, I couldn't bring myself to kill him in cold blood. I stood over him and held the sword in front of his neck. There was an unmistakable look of fear in his eyes, I felt guilty.

"I'll let you live; this time. The next time we meet you may not be so lucky." I threw the sword down out of his reach. "Do not follow me." I warned him. He nodd3ed mutely and I smiled, leaving as quickly as I could.

My feet pounded on the forest floor, the leaves crunched beneath them and twigs snapped as I went on. I was breathing heavily from running nonstop since I left the mini battle field and the soldier and I thought my face was turning red from the heat. The camp site was close by, I knew it, I felt it, even if I couldn't see any of the markers set out for it, my only problem was finding it.

I whistled, wondering if, and hoping that, someone was at the camp and would hear me. I heard no reply; I sighed and continued walking around. Where the hell are those markers? I thought angrily. Jayden just had to go and hide them so damn well that even the people who knew they were there couldn't find them.

I viciously kicked a tree in annoyance. "Callisto?" Someone, a male, shouted. "Did you lose the camp site again?" The voice was mocking, arrogant and completely gorgeous. I growled and turned around. There he was, the boy that could make me so I angry I could punch him and then smile and make me weak at the knees. It was a love-hate relationship, mainly on my part, but still there.

"Yes, I lost the camp again, feel like helping me find it Jayden?"

"Hmmm," Jayden said from somewhere in the tree making it like he was actually thinking about it. "Nah, I like seeing you flounder around like a headless Hydra." I groaned and spun around on the spot.

"Come on Jayden! Help me out." I almost begged, key word being almost. Begging would make him lose any respect he ever had for me. "Hey, Jayden!" I called. "I just got my ass whooped by a soldier." I winced at admitting this, if it hadn't been for that scream I'd be sitting in a cell right now, but the admittance seemed to gain a little sympathy from Jayden.

"Are you hurt?" He shouted. I smiled.

"Just a little cut, I'll be fine." I heard rustling in a tree behind me and saw Jayden jump down. His light blonde hair moved along with his falling motion and fell into his eyes. He looked concerned, I wasn't sure if it was real or not. Jayden is a damn good actor.

"Come on Calli," I smiled at the nick name, not enough that he would notice it though. Jayden was the only one who could get away with calling me Calli; to everyone else it was Cal or Callisto. "We all know that your definition of little could mean that you had an arrow sticking out of your chest." He sighed. "Let me have a look." I didn't move.

"I said that I'm fine, Jay." I protested.

"Give me your arm Calli, or do I have to make you?"

I snorted. "I'd like to see you try." He grinned at me and I realized my mistake. Jayden reached for my arm so I pulled it back out of his reach. He smirked at me and reached for my shoulders. I dropped to the floor and rolled. Jayden stumbled forwards but recovered quickly. He glared at me and I started to worry. Being so focused on him and what he might be planning I didn't notice Faye sneak up from behind and grab my arm.

"Wow," Jay said. "You really did get your ass whooped by a soldier didn't you? I mean, you didn't even notice Faye coming." I turned around to see the 13 year old with brown hair and eyes grinning at me. I turned back around to face Jayden and saw the laughter in his eyes so I snapped at him.

"Shut up!" I sighed.

"You can let go now Faye." Jayden told her as he walked up to me. He crouched in front of me making me feel a lot younger than I was compared to him. He looked pointedly at me so I sighed and held out my arm. He smiled at his triumph and inspected my arm. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw it and pulled me to my feet. "Come one," He muttered. "We're going back to camp, and getting that cleaned up before it gets infected."

The camp turned out to be a few feet away from where I had been standing. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. Jayden went to his tent to rummage around for his medical supplies. "I assume you can remember which one your tent is Calli." He called from inside it. I glared at the tent he was stood in and stormed over to mine; ripping the flap open roughly I threw myself onto my bed.

About five minutes later Jayden came in holding something between his teeth, and some rags. There was an awkward silence as he stood in the entrance to the tent.

"Hey." I said to him. He nodded in reply. It was easy to tell from his expression that he wanted to talk about what happened with the soldier earlier but he didn't bring it up so I guess that it was easy to tell from my expression that I didn't want to talk about it… ever.

Jayden came in and sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a while; it was interrupted by Faye coming in with a basin full of water. "Hey Jay." She said happily. "I got the water you can clean Cal's wound… now." She faltered for a minute when she looked at us. "Um, did I miss something? Are you two, um, together now or something?" My head snapped up and I unconsciously moved away from Jayden.

"No." I might have said it a little too quickly. "I mean, Jay's great, um, fantastic even. But, he's uh, he's a friend. A brilliant friend, but still just a friend." I shifted a little uncomfortably under Faye's stare.

"She's right Faye." Jayden spoke from beside me. "We're just friends." Silence took over the tent. "Now, hand me that water, don't want your arm to get infected now do we Calli?" I shook my head and let him take my arm.

Jayden dipped one of the rags into the water and started to clean out the wound and remove the dried blood from the skin surrounding it. I gritted my teeth when he applied a little too much pressure to the wound. It went on like this for a while. At some point Faye had slipped out of the tent and lit a fire. I could smell the smoke from where I sat. I pictured the flames dancing along the logs, turning them black, slowly becoming ashes.

"It's deeper than I thought." Jayden said suddenly, breaking me from my musings. "I need to stitch it." He pulled the needle from between his teeth, already threaded.

"Always prepared, right Jay?" Jay didn't answer, he just kept on stitching. He'd barely done four when I said. "Alright, enough already, I'm fine." Jayden shook his head.

"I've hardly even got a quarter of the way up the cut. Stop whining and grow up." I kept my attention on the floor so I couldn't see what he was doing. I counted ten stitches before he mercifully stopped. "Alright, I'm done." I felt the pressure of his hand leave my arm and oddly missed it. There was silence again. "I think Faye's finished cooking, you should eat something." I shook my head.

"I feel a bit too sick to eat anything right now Jay."

He smiled and shook his head. "I don't get that Calli, you can handle stitches and wounds like they're nothing, as long as they are not your own." I smiled weakly at the truth in this statement.

"I don't get it either. I think I'm gonna get some rest. I'll see you in the morning Jay." I gave him a quick hug. He started to leave but paused in the entrance and turned around.

"Night Calli." He whispered. I heard the snap of the entrance closing and smiled. Curling up underneath the blankets I rested my head on the floor and let my eyes fall closed.