when it rains, it p o u r s { S I A N }

Tesly found that it was very clear, over the past five minutes, that the absence of light rendered her completely useless. She let her head fall back, resting it against her bed as it throbbed incessantly. Licking her lips, the strong taste of metal overwhelmed her mouth. She sighed, rolling her eyes to only herself in the dark, as she replayed her clumsy fall that exhibited her complete and total lack of coordination. She was, however, thankful that she was the only real witness to it. Due to her face being numb from the introduction it had made with her floor, she was unable to tell exactly where she was bleeding from. Her hand slowly rose to her head, where she began to perform a blind inspection of herself. She started with her chin, finding that it seemed to all still remain there without any gashes. She then went to her mouth where she initially tasted blood, and there was no stinging, although she could feel some kind of liquid, though she couldn't tell whether it was saliva or blood. Her hand made it's way up to her nose, where she then felt a stream of blood that had obviously made its way down her whole entire face, potentially clothes, and maybe even the floor. Stress set in and she cradled her forehead in her hands, only to find that she had dragged blood all the way up her face now, too.

Noting that she probably looked like a serial killer now, Tesly groaned, pulling her knees up to her chest. There she was, covered in blood and now sitting in a full-on fetal position. "Goodness, I don't look pathetic at all, do I?" She whispered quietly to herself. Truly, though, what she feared most at that moment was that her nose was broken and that she would have to live, for the rest of her life, with some twisted nose. She could only imagine the comments she would receive, they would be harsh, no doubt, something like 'Hey, we never knew your nose was a contortionist.' The thought made her cringe, sending shivers down her spine. Giving up, she let her head drop to her knees.

"Hello?" Tesly heard, her head lifting from her knees as she noticed a faint light reaching the door of her room. "Any idea on what happened here?" Tesly paused for a moment, working up the nerve to lift herself from the ground.

Once up, she let out a faint laugh, feeling slightly dizzy and light-headed. "Well," she began by calling out, "you might assume this is the doing of Freddy Kruger," she stopped, walking towards the entrance to her room toward the light, "but I can assure you that it was a mutual effort between the storm and my complete and utter lack of coordination." She finished, a half smile lingering on her face.

Tesly's eyes were drawn to a girl who was not holding a flashlight as she had assumed, but instead her hand was glowing. It took Tesly a moment to wrap her head around what exactly was going on here, her mind swirling. She quickly considered a spectrum of ideas; ranging from this being her death, and that being the light, to breaking open glow sticks and dumping them on extremities, to coming to the conclusion that this girl was, indeed, using magic. She took a moment to remind herself that logic didn't seem like the best route to take anymore. She resided at Camp Half Blood now, and she would be best off to attribute her opinions to what most ordinary people would call myth, imagination, and folklore.

Tesly scratched her forehead for a moment, "How do you do that?" she asked, gesturing toward the light being expelled from the girls hand. "Oh, I'm Tesly, by the way." She added, extending her hand out for a formal handshake, only to quickly retract it once she was reminded of the blood residing on it. "Sorry, I'm a little bit of a mess right now."

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WORD COUNT: 674
TAG: Sian Campbell
NOTES: No worries, there's no rush. ^-^