Chapter 11. The Beginning of The Centaur's Game (1)

(A/N... please take a look at the auxiliary chapter and comment on what story you'd like to read next)

"Well shit, that hurt". I mumble to myself whilst rubbing my stomach as I sit at a long table full of food and water surrounded by other demigod's and satyr's.

"We're both 12 and she's shorter than me, she being 5.11 and me being 6.11, and yet even though I've gotten the strength of a cyclops from eating it when I was younger and the strong defensive power from that scorpion from last night, and yet she sent me flying with one hit and that one hit hurt like a bitch, I think I need to eat something with a healing factor. I say in my head as I try to come up with ideas to get rid of and or avoid the pain before recounting what happened this morning.

[This morning]

"What are you looking at?!?". Mira said with a frown whilst crossing her arm's.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Mr Chiron wanted me to help out with maths in morning satyr class" Vanilla said as she hurriedly ran out of the barracks in a panic.

"Oh, eh, emm", "think, think, what do I say, it sounds like she doesn't like men too much so I should avoid commenting on her look's. I panic trying to come up with something to say. "eh, well, beautiful morning isn't it". I say coming to a blank and end up saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Yes... beautiful morning indeed... it would be even more beautiful if there wasn't a man in my barracks". *WHACK* *THUD*. she say's as she slowly turn's around lifts her leg at kicks out backwords landing a direct hit on my stomach, sending me flying 5 meter's before flying another 15 meter's after leaving the doorway of the barracks.

"I know she's hot man, hell we all know she's hot but you should have realised faster that she's not interested in dating anyone". a random guy say's to me as he look down at me with pity in his eye's.

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"And that's how I ended up here at the table in pain with a massive bruise on my stomach. I think to myself as everyone stares at me as I devour everything in arms reach.

"Whatever". I mumble to my self as I finish eating and stand to go to the training field.

"Fenris!, are you here to watch the centaur's game of capture the flag, Mira is playing in this game, she's on the red team on the front line". Vanilla said in an excited voice whilst bouncing up and down as a horn sounded out to signify the beginning of the game.

As the game began, the ground started rumbling as the sound on galloping drowned out all other sounds as centaur's charged at the opposing team's, separated by the colour of they're helmets.

"Look! Look! Fenris, are you looking? there, over there". Vanilla franticly shook me whilst pointing at the charging red team, more specifically at the front of the charging red team in the dead centre.

Looking at the centre of the charging red team you could see a centaur with a dark skinned upper half, a beautiful black coat with shimmering gold flake's with pure white sock's just above opal like hooves and beautiful black hair with the same shimmering gold flake's as her coat flowing down her back from under the helmet swaying in the wind, causing her to glow in the sun light, standing out amongst all the other dull brawn coated centaur's.

"Doesn't she look cool?". Vanilla excitedly asks in a squeaky voice and a big smile on her face showing her pearl white teeth matching her white hair.

"Yeah...". I say with a dazed look on my face as I stare at her glowing figure as everything seemingly goes in slow motion, watching her glowing figure shimmering in the sun light galloping forward whilst grasping her poleaxe at her side, detaching it from her harness spinning her poleaxe in her hand grasping it in both hand's and pointing it forward towards the opposing team as a muffled voice echo's from my side.

"HAY! Hay Fenris!". Vanilla yells at me from the side snapping me out of my trance.

"Wait, wait what? what where you saying?". I ask with a slight blush on my cheeks.

"I was say how cool Mira look's when she's in combat, what do you think?". Vanilla reply's and asks me the question again.

"Hmm, *I guess?*". I mumble out while pondering on the question she asked me.

"What's that suppose to mean?". Vanilla said with a frown on her face.

"I mean, she does look beautiful with the sun light glimmer off her coat and she does look... I wouldn't say cool more like graceful in combat but...". I say whilst following her with my eye's through the battle field not even passing a glance at anyone else.

"But what?". Vanilla asks with interest in what I see wrong with the image in front of us.

"But... I'd say the helmet she has to wearing ruins the image a bit". I say with a frown.

"Ruins it how, what's wrong with her helmet?". Vanilla said with clear curiosity in her voice.

"I think it could do with some polishing, what do you thing?". I answer her question as I ask one of my own.

You could see Vanillas face light up in realisation "YOU'RE RIGHT! we should totally ask to polish her helmet for her". Vanilla said excitedly as she shook me by the arm.

"Well, sure but I don't think she like's me very much, so you should be the one to do it". I say with a strained smile on my face as I scratch the back of my head.

"Don't worry~, she hate's all men, it's nothing personal". Vanilla replied like it was nothing to worry about.

"Don't worry?, really?, you do realise that she sent me flying with a full powered kick just for trying to talk to her". I say with a raised eye braw.

"He he, well... oh look she's fighting we should pay attention to the game, right?". Vanilla said as she looked away from me with an awkward smile on her face.

(A/N... comment and tell me what you think of the story so far)