Chapter 33: Cracks in the Armor
The training hall wasn’t like the one Orion used to train Kael. This one was much bigger—massive. It was located behind the academy, under the clear sky. The arena was oval-shaped, with smooth, polished ground that shined under the sunlight. Track lanes ran around the outer edge, giving students space to train their stamina and speed.
Scattered across the arena were a few wooden dummies, chipped and worn from endless sword practice. Archery targets lined the far side, marked with faded bullseyes, some still pierced with arrows. In the left and right corners, two open armories stood—large racks stacked with everything a demigod might need: swords, shields, spears, bows, throwing knives, and practice armor.
Students were scattered around in groups, grabbing their desired weapons and warming up. In the middle of it all, Kael sat alone near the edge, watching Liz practice archery. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Kael was admiring Liz like she was a goddess. Her aim was perfect. At one point, she launched three arrows at three different targets, hitting all three at once. The longer Kael watched her, the more amazing she became in his eyes. He kept staring, completely caught up in the moment—until Chiron stepped into view.
The centaur coughed. "Mr. Kael, please grab a weapon and practice."
"I’m not in the mood today. Can I do it tomorrow?"
"No. Today, we will also have a mock battle," he said with a soft voice.
Chiron saw something in Kael’s expression. Something off. So he walked over and sat beside him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "I know you left the academy for a while... to go to the Underworld."
"No, just tired," Kael muttered. "You know, I just got back. Jet lag and stuff."
Kael’s tone was rough, and Chiron knew it. So he took a deep breath and said, "I might not be reckless or violent like the other centaurs," Chiron calmly said, "but I am known for being wise, Kael. You can’t hide anything from me. I understand—being alone is hard."