[b][i][u][center]THE NEXT DAY[/b][/u][/i][/center]

The night went on. For a short while, the morning was silent. Men and women, too tired to fight, still kept constant vigilance to fend off the demons from before. There was a much more noticeable guard presence now, and not a demon in sight. The festive air from yesterday was gone. While the college was clean of it's corpses, the scars from the battle before still lingered in the form of blocked off hallways under reconstruction, and a constant transportation of wagons and caskets. There was much fewer merchant stalls out now, and even they did not seem too eager to do business. The only place that was bustling with activity was the Headmaster's office. However, the headmaster was not present; he was still recovering from his injuries, and thus his teachers took his place. Lucilia was fortunate enough to have some of her fellow teachers Satori and Val assist her in dealing with the long line of victims and leaders who demanded answers for what happened. It would appear that all three women won't have a chance to relax until later that night. Oddly enough, neither delegates from Eania or Djarkel were present. Their deaths were not reported yet, which made the three teachers worried.

All the while, every able bodied teacher was not busy repairing the college. Due to their skill and powers, the college would be back to normal by the end of the week. Whether or not the college's people recover was another issue entirely. For the most part however, much of the college's facilities were still active, though some of the more commonly taken halls were closed down for repairs. The Infirmary was still packed with the wounded from yesterday, though now Lidda has taken over to care for the injured. 

[b][i][center]Annabeth Gulch[/b][/i][/center]

Annabeth was carefully undoing her bandages. She should consider herself fortunate; while she had many scars from the battle last night, she was in much better condition that Cynn. While both women would live, Cynn was, for the most part, comatose. Annabeth worried for her friend, but she was repeatability told that Cynn would recover within time. She might even wake up today. Annabeth just needed to give her time. Annabeth herself was very much sore from the fight last night, and was told not to do anything strenuous today or threaten opening her wounds. But part of Annabeth knew that she would still go and train. [b]"If I was just stronger, better, than Cynn wouldn't be like this... I could have killed him, but... I wasn't good enough...."[/b] Annabeth wasn't going to wallow in self doubt however. She went over to her closet and donned what was left of her armor. Her sword was, unfortunately, getting repaired at the forge right now. So she'd have to stick with her axe and buckler.

The dormitory was a mess. The smell of death was still strong, barely masked by the smell of candles and incense. It almost made her want to vomit, but she held it in. Last thing she needed to do was make her own mess. She made her way towards the gymnasium which took a bit longer than usual due to one of the halls being closed off to be repaired. Annabeth found that a lot of halls had to be closed off for repairs, and for a moment she pondered if she should just head back to her dorm and sleep the rest of the day away. But eventually she found one hall that wasn't too badly damaged that she couldn't go through, and from there she headed towards the Gymnasium. Once inside it seemed that she was the first there. She pulled a wicker target out and began a few stretches before hacking away at the target, putting a lot of force behind each swing but working on removing the blade quicker than she put it into the target. A harder task than it sound, but if she could have done so, she might have managed to lop off that assassin's limb instead of wasting time trying to pull her axe from the ground.