28) Calypso POV

Calypso

We’re all sitting at breakfast. I absentmindedly pick at my food, letting my mind run. All I can think of is the battlefield. All I ever think of is the battlefield. 

The sweet tang of blood in the air. The iron mixed with dirt. The beating sun. Everything about it was bliss. After the battle I was so drained and my mind reeled but looking back it was like my body, my blood, deep within my cells, craved the battle and bloodshed. 

Craved the power death holds. 

Kim wasn’t entirely with it during the fight but I felt more alive then even before. I commanded teams and brought my own sword upon enemies. 

I am a warrior. 

The Army General said he was proud of me and how I handled myself out there. He said once I’m old enough I’ll be in charge of my own team. 

But since that day… all I can think about is blood and death. I can feel it’s stickyness dripping from my fi