I was swept amongst the legion down a hill to perhaps the largest field I had ever seen. Barricades and walls were scattered like forgotten crumbs randomly across the whole plain and Octavian kept me close to him by gripping my arm so I wouldn't get lost in the crowd. "War games." He said. "First and Second against the others. Today it's deathball. It's like paintball but, well, deadly."

I shot him an astonished glance but before I could protest about the fact that oh-so-untrained-me might be killed on my first day at camp, we suddenly veered to the left - away from the other cohorts of the legion - along with the first and second.

"To win, we must overtake the enemies base while defending ours. The first team to capture it wins." Octavian continued. "It'll be easy enough for you if you just stick with me."

I nodded, gulping a dry throat as I was passed a golden breastplate and a helmet. As I did up the straps of my armour, I couldn't help noticing something; "This isn't exactly stealth gear." I commented to Octavian.

"I didn't notice." He said dryly, tossing me a black vest and beanie to cover the golden shine, his eyes sparking with inaudible laughter.

Before I could reply, a bored looking guy started speaking to the congregated soldiers. He looked to be about 19.

"You guys all know the drill. Shoot them, don't get shot; win." He said in a monotonous tone. There was a whoop from the crowd at the 'win'. "Yeah, yeah, 'whoop!' whatever!" He mumbled, standing down so a perky blonde could take his place.

"Ok guys! So we're sticking with the same strategy! Second will be defending, and Forst attacking; small groups of four or five; work your way towards their base and take any shot you got to shoot the hell out of them!" She flashed us one last cheerleader smile before starting to hand out large black guns.

"Octavian?" I asked him, more than a little confused.

"Yeah?"

"Who were they?"

"Becca and Liam, the centurions of the First Cohort." He said, handing me one of the guns.

"Oh." I said, examining the gun with pure perplexion. "Octavian?"

"Yeah?"

"How the hell do you use a gun?"

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What seemed like jsut moments later (but was really a whole hour) we were picking off dark figures with our guns from behind a red brick wall covered in Latin graffiti. We were just outside their base now, and we could hear shots being fired inside the small fort, meaning someone from our team was in there and we were missing out on the action.

"Are you guys ready to run?" Asked Sarra, a small blonde inhumanly skilled with a paintball gun. She was part of our small group that had made it this far that consisted of me, Octavian, her, a girl named Daine and a guy named Warren.

I poked my head out from behind the barricade and fired a few shots, missing one as my finger slipped on the mud coating my trigger. The mud was the result of me not knowing how to shoot a gun, and Octavian trying to teach me, and me dropping the gun in the mud- several times.

"Let's go!" Warren called, sprinting towards the enemy HQ. As soon as we made it inside safely, a cheering erupted around us from the group already occupying it. We had already won.

Talk about bad timing.

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Half an hour later, Octavian dropped me outside barracks '42' with strict orders to 'make friends then get some rest'. So I entered the room and no one was there, it looked like socialising was out of the question. So I did the obvious thing I'm sure anyone would have done in my situation: I found an unused bed and I slept, clothes and all.

Notes

Here is a new chapter! Sorry it's slow but I'm just building up the plot at the moment!

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- Phoebe :)