Snippet #2276021

Fion Atreus


Something rustled in the leaves on the far end of the campus.
The edge of the forest was still and quiet, just beginning to waken. The tops of the pines were touched by the growing warmth of the rising sun. Creatures of the woods awoke with the lightening sky.. Singing their sweet morning tun-- "AHHGAH!!!"
…The birds shut their beaks and flew away.


Fion's blond head burst out of the shrubbery; the young doe that had been rusting the leaves of a nearby blackberry vine scampered away in dread. The man didn't acknowledge it; his eyes were screwed shut as he tried, unsuccessfully, to rub the soot from his face at the same time hacking the foliage in front of him blindly with a giant broadsword. Only when the heavy metal swung freely did he pause and open his eyes. Fion smiled widely, quite satisfied with himself, before his face twisted. "--AHHHGAAH!..." More frantic flapping of feathery wings. Fion wiped his nose in annoyance. Stupid dragons with their stupid flame-throwing, soot-coughing stupid maws. Stabbing his sword into the soft loam, he shrugged off his traveling gear, the shield on his back, and his heavy coat. "Stupid." Fion growled, looking down at the bag attached to his belt. Stupid, but necessary. The fastest way to the Academy was through the forest, for a Demigod. His mother's place was just past the forest's edge on it's far side. It was about half a day's hike to the Academy, but to skirt the whole fat birth of it in a car would have taken far too long, and he was already running late. That was… to set up the training field for the first day of classes. Not acceptable, especially not on his first day of school. That accident last year with the first-years and the Harpies still came back to bite him in the backside at teacher's meetings. He'd been told, or rather warned, to "ease them into it," and so with a grumble, Fion gathered his things and strode quickly towards the teacher's accommodations. "AH- AAPHHGAAHhhhppp…. gruuuddammet.." Before anything else, he needed to get this damn soot off.


Fion dropped his things in relief on the floor of his bedroom- the young dragon's head rolling out of the loose burlap bag. In his defense, he hadn't wanted to kill it. Worms were beneficial- eating the rotting corpses within the forest and usually staying well within the depths of their leafy sanctuary… But young worms weren't the smartest of monsters. He'd almost stepped atop it's hole- Smack in the middle of his usual trail. Story short- the thing had tried to BBQ him. The Demigod hadn't been too happy with that. Now it's stupid head was going to be made into a mantelpiece for his mother. Cranking the pipes on and jumping in beneath the luke-warm water, Fion scrubbed himself clean as he huffed and hopped in the chill air. uufff… Why does the water here take so long to heat?! FFff!

Fluffing freshly-washed hair, he mussed the blond strands absentmindedly- subsequently making them stick out in a rather chaotic disarray all over his head. Dressing quickly in jeans and a shirt, as they weren't going to be doing anything too dangerous today, Fion grabbed his jacket and jogged out into the crisp morning air. He might have been up most of the night hiking, but he was by his nature a morning person.


Skidding into the kitchens located under the main hall, Fion flashed a smile at the cook who handed him the usual catering bag and thermos. "Fion, what a surprise!… You're clean." The sarcastic plump lady glanced at the clock on the wall. "And late on your first day back… Why? What happened?" "Nothing serious, I just arrived a few minutes ago is all. Thanks Betty!" Not waiting to hear what she called after him, Fion rushed out. Up the stone stairs of the Academy towards the classrooms, heavy boots clumped down the halls, blue eyes peering keenly into each classroom he passed. This was strange. Usually the halls were busting with children and their Demi-god hormones. Huh. Perhaps they were still sleeping. Slipping out the large baguette from his bag none too discreetly, Fion took a bite and munched away, pondering the upcoming year. His long, loping strides took him to the main hall, and subsequently, to the office. With a jovial smile to the scowling office clerk, Fion pushed open the door and maneuvered awkwardly into the office, dropping his bag heavily in the middle of the clerk's large desk.

The large teacher turned to the copier, staring at it, shifting papers around, and pressed a few buttons, before turning back to the woman behind the desk as if just realizing he was being rude, giving a little cheery wave with his bread, "Goodmorn!" The copier hummed, and Fion smiled, missing the annoyed hum of the office clerk as he went about making fliers. He'd post these all over the school, hopefully the students wouldn't get lost this year.

Pleased, and with an arm full of fliers, Fion clomped back out of the office, sticking one onto the bulletin board right outside of the commons.




Nodding with satisfaction, and ripping another piece out of his bread, Fion strode off for the western side of campus.