Weaver of Shadows

“I don’t think so.”

“You love me, that alone merits thanks.”

“Yes I do.”

He smiled at that answer, it made sense. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, it’s our best bet. Maybe there’ll be some light in here,” he said, opening his pack @Edema Rue.

“How?” he asked simply.

“I won’t win. You will. But…we have some time. I could help you for a little longer.” Slowly, he stepped towards her. “You can win these games.”

He did.

“I won’t ever be enough, that’s not just in my mind.”

“I’m glad you know that.”

“Ok…I’m glad you think that, I think.”

That took him by surprise. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t mind this though.”

“I think so. Or that’s what you said.”

“You know,” he said happily. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

Edgar waved to her as she left. As he went back to the Hephaestus cabin, his mind began working on a way to make a good blowgun. He ignored the whispers from his siblings, their gossip which, tonight, was obviously about Jenny. He wished he had the courage to stand up to them, to defend his friend, but instead he just ignored them. He went to his bunk, pulled out a sheet of paper, and began drawing out the blowgun. He also decided to make a band to hold darts, which would go around her forearm. Around one in the morning, he put up his designs and the carving he’d begun, and finally let sleep take him.

“I do know, and I love you too.”

“I guess?”

“I don’t know.”

“Of course, I’m happy to help! Thanks again for talking to me, I appreciate it. Usually people act more like him,” he said, pointing to Roy. “So it’s nice to have someone to actually talk to. See you tomorrow I guess,” he said, picking up his plate.

“Uhh…because you might not of liked it? What I said?”

“Alright, that’s cool!” He looked around, dinner seemed to be ending. “I’ll naht that dart blower, I’ll have enough time, it’s not like anyone…I’ll have enough time.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah…you probably shouldn’t poison anyone without permission. Though…I wouldn’t mind if somehow some of it made its way to that kid,” he said, motioning to Roy. “And I think that would be a good idea, I might be able to make you one if you need it. We’re on the same team, right?”

“…oh. Sorry.”