[u]“My dark past makes me mysterious, I swear. You don't understand, I'm a monster, man... Like, super mysterious, man.”[/u] Honestly he did not understand why others mocked him, was he being rude or a bit much? He was quite unsure of this. Still, this troubled him while he walked away from the mess hall, troubled him so much he was begining to become frustrated. Why does he suck so much at socializing with others? It seems to be an ongoing issue with him.

  He paused while walking to the cabin stopping half-way between buildings there were a few concrete slabs of the path here. Left barren with obvious signs of an old flag pole that was no longer being used and was cut in half. The pole was painted white with spots of rust the place where it had been cut in half was at an angle, “[color=39b54a]Strange[/color]” he spoke aloud and stepped back. He dug his toes into the earth, and he slowly was able to feel the ground beneath him. Surely this would take his mind off of other things.

  Sculpting was one thing he had been working on for some time now, molding blank pieces of stone into pieces of art was rather enjoyable and for him calming. So he started like he normally did with a slab of stone. Kneeling first and resting his hands on the ground he acted as if he was grabbing onto a rope or a chain, his breathing grew deep then steadied as he slowly lifted the invisible chain the concrete slabs and dirt lifted, cracked then fell to the sides of him. He gritted his teeth and seemed to struggle slightly, the stone slab pushed up through the ground. Exactly what he wanted a slab of stone that was a bit rough around the edges that stood a bit taller than him and was just about five and a half feet across the base.

  He walked around the stone carefully feeling ever crack and visualizing what he could make. A few things came to mind from his sister, to the four other campers smiling in the semi-circle from earlier. Yet he decided on something not by his memories but by what he saw around him, many people, with many backgrounds, and many views of the world. All crammed together in this small camp for a few reasons, to learn how to co-exist and to learn to control. So he had found what he wanted to make, something that wouldn’t show favoritism, something simple and meaningful.

  Slowly he began to work with the stone, every time he brushed the surface of it a chunk of stone would crumble to the ground leaving the surface smooth and unmarked. Slowly chunk by chunk the statue took shape, one could very easily make out three rings of stone that interlaced with each other. Next came finer detail, the rings were rounded and engraved with Celtic knot designs around the entirety of each of them. He stepped back feeling that his work was adequate in the few minutes it took him to make it. He finished out the sculpture by smoothing out the ground around it cover the surroundings with a polished Grey stone for its foundation and erected a small plaque in front of it. The plaque had two things on it, one was the outline and faded shade of an oak tree and a single word that read “Unity.” with this he was done.

  He stepped back from the statue giving it one final look over before heading to his cabin. He knew full well that they were not supposed to stay out past their “Bed time” but he technically didn’t sleep anymore, just a few hours of meditation can keep him going for a few days. Still, he pressed forward stopping by the cabin to drop off his things and make sure everything was there. The cabin was rather untouched, his things were to one side where his roommates were to another. It did not take the boy long to organize his things to one side of the room, putting his clothes away in the dresser provided, hanging up a few coats, and setting up a picture of his sister on the window sill. For a moment he simply stared at the picture but with a casual sigh he continued to set up the rest of his things, taking his amulet off and laying it next to the picture and setting up his sword on its stand behind them.

  Again he stepped back and looked around to make sure he wasn’t forgetting to put anything away and walked back out of the cabin. Taking his time he strolled around the campus before slowly finding the old training grounds. They were in a bit of disarray but it didn’t seem like it had been used in a little while, about the size of two football fields side by side mostly covered in concrete with some patches of astro turf and outdoor foam pads. So for the time being he took it upon himself to find a push broom and sweep up the area before beginning his training. His training is simple it is somewhat like martial arts and meditation, it helps to calm his soul.