Demigods United

Zara walked into the main hall, her combat boots squeaking on the floors. She paused, the silhouette of her leader barely visible in the dark room. She flicked a switch, the torches on the side of the room flickering to life with magical fire.

“Does it look like I wanted those on?” He hissed.
“Does it look like I care?” Zara folded her arms, tossing her black waves over her shoulder.
"What did you want to talk to me about?”
He turned around, his aviators catching the light from the torches, his one good eye glowing beneath them. “Listen doll, I need you to watch a group of people for me.” 
Zara’s blue eyes scanned the room and she tipped her head back, knives clanking against her side.
"Ugh. Who now?” 
Kain slapped her across the facet then grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “Respect, girly.”
 Zara glared at him, slipping out a knife and shoving the tip into his jaw.
"I give the amount that you deserve. I don’t even want to be here, obviously, because it wasn’t my choice.” He pushed her back, and she caught herself, the straps of her swords slipping against her shoulders. She readjusted the strap of her black tanktop, seething. 
Kain stepped towards the dark wood table in the middle of the room, spreading his hands out over the desk. “Here.” He slammed his hand down on a small orb attached to a chain, picking it up.

“What is that?” Zara asked, raising an eyebrow. Kain smiled, walking over to her and fastening it behind her neck. “This is your guide.” He whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her hair. 
Zara spun around. “Oh?”
 Kain pushed past her and walked through the door.
"Look for the one called Dave. I want him in particular.” He said over his shoulder.

"Is that it?” Zara called after his retreating figure. “Not even going to teach me how to use the damn thing.” She muttered, stalking out of the room.

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