Not even 24 hours ago Brink’s overalls were dappled in every color under the sun. Their choppy hair could be used as one of the many paint brushes littering the ground. Painting the school mural for retiring teachers had been such a mess. A fun kind of mess. The kind of mess you get into with your friends and there’s no way you’d back out of the mess. Yesterday the ‘mess’ had ran five hours later than planned. Which was fine because Brink wasn’t planning to do homework anyways. That’s what the time in study hall was for. Homework for Brinktin was never their first priority. There’s too many perspectives to look from! That’s more important than dragging through something you rather burn than actually do. 

Just as Brink started heading home the supernatural came to be their escort. A pack of wolves had gathered around Brink and communicated with the kid verbally. For the first few seconds shock had Brinktin tied in place. Then the usual sense of adventure cut all the logical ties and enthusiasm took over. Later on Brink lead on a short journey to a wolf house shrouded by the woods. A wolf named Lupa waited for them with some eccentric news.

After the enchanting and magical encounter Brink was sent off to Camp Jupiter where they’d start on an entirely unexpected path.  Who knew being late could cause your entire life to spiral into the unknown? 

Brink sprinted through the Oakland Hills. It’s been awhile since she’s been in this area by themselves. It brought back bitter-sweet memories filled with grief and determination. The bench surrounded by trees and blueberry bushes is the bench where Brink decided to make something out of the sadness from their grandmother’s passing. Brink beamed as they ran down the hill following the bench. The highway was in sight now! A new life is just a little while away and there’s nothing that will stop them from taking part in whatever is in store. As far as Brisk new their family had an idea of where they were. They wouldn’t have to worry about sounding like a Lunatic upon returning to his home in Vallejo. Beverly must be whining about Brink not being there to show her their sketchbook. Unexpected events such as the wolves are the reasons Brink doesn’t promise anything.

A cool burst of air violently whipped Brink’s hair to the right. Appreciation for their latest haircut only increased. Long hair would be flying into their eyes from the rough wind coming off the bay. Confidence shined from Brink’s expression. Their smile wouldn’t and couldn’t be wiped off by the butterflies fluttering about in their stomach. The tunnel that’d been set just beyond Brinktin’s sight was now visible. Crossing the boulevard might be a challenge but not troublesome! The bottom of their sneakers skidded against the concrete as they came to a stop and faced the road. Goodness California people really can’t drive. Brink ran across the boulevard and a car came swerving out of nowhere.

The dawning light of day dimmed once more as Brink stepped into the tunnel. They walked slowly listening for a pin drop, some voices or even the wolves that’d brought the news of this place. The smile slowly fell as their jaw dropped to cast awe into an expression. The light at the end of the tunnel became brighter and brighter. Brink started sprinting towards the end of the tunnel, shedding the light hoodie they were over their waste and tying it around their waist. 

Brink reached the end of the tunnel to be greeted by rushing water. Along with the dropping of their jaw their eyes widened. A strong river rushed between Brinktin and their destination. How were they going to get across this? Brink furrowed his eyebrows and started thinking about ways to solve this. The light of the AM dappled through the leaves of trees. Wait, how deep is the river? Brink could just swim across it. They advanced right to the edge of the river, rolled up the pink sleeves underneath the overalls and then rolled up the pant legs of the overalls.  Fortunately before Brink went in the water they realized they could just walk through it. Brink took off their sneakers and stepped heel first into the muddy bottom of the shallow river. 

Once he reached the other side of the river, Brink tossed his shoes onto the river bank and hauled the rest of their body. That was fun! They shook their feet dry and shuffled into their shoes. In order to keep their hoody dry, Brink had tied it around their neck like a cape. Brink’s smile stretched into a grin as the gates came into view. They quickly untied their jacket from around their neck and wrapped it around their waist once more. 

Brink’s hair flew back as they sprinted toward the gates, slowing when they came face to face with the guards. Brink straightened up and looked up to show off their smile. Just as they were about to introduce them self, the guards exchanged glances. “You must be a new recruit. Right through here.” Brink waved and continued to smile at them but with more gratitude than casualness. 

Behind the gates, Brink exhaled only for the breath to stay out of his lungs. From what she could see this place was beautiful. This place was Camp Jupiter. On the inside of the gates there was another set of guards. They gave a genuine welcoming look and lead Brink off to military encampment. There Brink caught up with the others.