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     I didn't want to wake up, but my headache insisted. I wasn't entirely sure why my head felt as if someone was attempting to smash it open with a chizzle when my injury was in my stomach. It took me a while to open my eyes successfully and adjust to the light.
I was laying in bed, in a room lined with beds, it looked like the school infirmary. At first I tought maybe it had all been a mere dream, and something more plausible had happened to me. Maybe I'd blacked out, fallen down the stairs? That would certainly explain the headache. But something told me that wasn't the case, and I confirmed it when I attempted to move. A sharp stab of pain went through my body. Suddenly I could feel the stab wound that went from my back all the way through. My whole upper body felt like it was melting in acid from the inside and I could barely feel my legs. I lay back down and the pain subsided, if only slightly. In an attempt to distract myself from the pain I scanned the room. It was an infirmary, but it wasn't the school infirmary, I was sure of that. The walls weren't white, they were made of wood, and the whole place looked a lot more, comfortable and friendlier than the creepy sanitised ones I was familiar with. There were only six beds and only mine was occupied, for the time being I was alone. I looked out the window across the room but I couldn't make out anything but the fact it was daylight. How long was I unconscious? I looked to my right. On the bedside table was a small metal canteen and propped on the table was my spear, the same one with which I'd killed my first smoke man. It was then that I realised just how thirsty I was, my mouth felt like I'd been gargling hot coals.
    I slowly propped myself on my elbows, trying to ignore the drumming in my head. I pulled off my covers to look at my wound. My whole abdomen was tightly wrapped in white bandages like a fresh mummy, as if whoever had wrapped them was afraid my intestines would spill out if it was any looser. I saw no blood, so I assumed they had been changed multiple times. No blood? Fine by me. I reached out and took the canteen, opened the top and sniffed the liquid, wait, was that vanilla ice cream? It smelled like it. Curious, I took a small sip. It was so good, a mix of baking chocolate and vanilla, with just a sprincle of cinnamon thrown in for show. I was so amazed by the taste it took me a moment to realise some of the pain in my head had receeded all of a sudden. I was about to take a bigger sip when the door to the left of the room opened, and an old guy in a wheelchair came in, followed closely by a tall blonde kid in an orange t-shirt.
    "I wouldn't drink too much of that if I were you." The old man smiled as he wheeled his way to my bed. "Wouldn't want you to burst into cinders now."
    "Um." I glanced from the canteen to the two newcomers. "I didn't know vanilla was flammable."
    The boy smirked and handed me another canteen. "Here, some water will do just fine."
    I exchanged canteens and drank gratefully. Wiping my mouth I asked. "Who, who are you?" I directed the question to the older man, he seemed to be the one in charge. He sort of reminded me of Charles Xavier from X-Men, the whole wheelchair thing.
    "My name is Chiron." The old man said. "I am director of Camp Half-Blood." He extended a hand and I shook it. "And this is William." He nodded to the blonde guy who gave me a small smile, then looked at my bandages critically.
    "Call me Will." He said.
    "Will here has been taking care of your wound." Chiron explained. "Celestial bronze injuries are more difficult to heal, not even nectar can repair the wound quickly."
    "Nectar?" He asked. "Is that the vanilla thing?"
    "Nectar is the drink of the gods." Will explained as he leaned down to examine the bandages. "In small quantities it can heal most wounds relly fast, drink too much and you'll burn up, literally."
    I wasn't quite sure if he was joking or not. "Gods drink vanilla?" I lifted an eyebrow.
    Chiron leaned back in his chair. "Nectar tastes differently to every individual, depending on what their favourite taste is."
    Ok, I thought, sure. "Wait, time out, gods?" I asked, only just realising what Will had said. "What do you mean gods? I'm atheist so-"
    Chiron chuckled. "Let's take this slowly alright? First, we've introduced ourselves, but what is your name boy?"
    I thought for a moment, then said. "Faraday, Davy Faraday."
    "Well Davy Faraday." Chiron said. "Would you mind telling me how you got here? Then you can ask any questions, and I might even answer some."
    I didn't feel very reassured, but I told him my story. How I failed to finish my exam, how I was chased by creepy business men who turned into armored killers, how I was saved by a centauride and how she'd transported me to New York. I ended the story on getting impaled by a six foot spear and falling unconscious.
    "And that's it." I said. I examined the old man for a moment as he frowned in thought, Will was standing off to the side, listening curiuosly. "You said your name was Chiron, you're the husband Chiraclo mentioned." I said.
    Chiron was silent for a moment. "I haven't seen her in a long time, but yes, Chiraclo is my wife." He said, his expression inscrutiable.
    "Wait." Will said. "You're married?" He grinned. "That's news to me, she one of the Party Ponies?"
    "Centaur marriage is different than with humans." Chiron said. "And no she is not, she preffers to do her own thing, what she was doing in Washington, I have no idea, though I am grateful that she happened to run into you like she did."
    Something sparked at the back of my head. "Centaur marriage?" I said. "You're a centaur? You're Chiron, like, the Chiron?"
    Chiron looked up. "You're familiar with Greek mythology?"
    "A bit yeah." I said. "You don't look like a centaur to me, the lack of a horse body and all."
    Chiron smiled slightly. "I prefer to appear as human as possible when meeting new demigods." He said. "Well I suppose this should make things easier. I assume you know who the Greek gods are?" He asked.
    I nodded. "Of course, the twelve Olympians and all that." I said. "Oh wait, you're not about to tell me they're real?"
    Chiron smiled. "Very well, I won't tell you, you seem to already know that."
    "And it's thirteen actually." Said Will. I looked at him. "As of a couple of months ago Hades is now an Olympian as well, finally got himself a seat on the Council."
    "Hades?" I stared. "Like, god of the dead Hades?" Both of them nodded.
    "The gods of Olympus are very real Davy." Chiron explained. "And so is everything else that comes along with Greek mythology, it isn't myth, it's fact."
    Surprisingly, I didn't have a hard time believeing him, and not just because of what had already happened to me by then, I just felt like I'd known it all this time.
    "But, wouldn't people notice if the world was filled with monsters and super powerful gods and whatnot?" I asked.
    "A fair question." Chiron said. "But no, they wouln't, at least, they wouldn't see the real thing. The vision of mortals, that is, ordinary humans is clouded by a magical mist that separates the mortal world from the world of gods and demigods. You are one such demigod. On one side you have a mortal parent and on the other, an immortal god."
    Again, I knew he was telling the truth. I'd never known my father, and my mom only gave vague descriptions of him, she didn't have any pictures. "Demigod, just like Hercules and those ancient heroes?"
    Chiron nodded. "Exactly like that. Gods often have children with mortals and it is the purpose of Camp Half-Blood to find demigods like you and Will and bring them here to safety, where we train you to survive in the mortal world, where you are in constant danger of monster attacks."
    "So, who's my godly parent?" I asked.
    Chiron shrugged. "That remains to be seen, if you haven't been claimed by your parent already, you should be by the end of the day, this has recently become a common occurence."
    "Okay." I said. "And what were those, things that attacked me, and almost killed me?"
    Chiron frowned at that. "I am not entirely sure, angry spirits who had somehow escaped the Underworld and taken temporary physical form, can you describe them for me in more detail?" He asked.
    I oblidged. "Well, they were pretty buff guys, bearded, they all wore the same black armor, some had shields."
    Chiron nodded. "And they all had black bands tied around their heads, correct?"
    I nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?"
    He didn't answer. He fell into deep thinking mode. After half a minute Will cleared his throat loudly and Chiron blinked. "I'm sorry." He appologied. "I'm not quite sure what this means, I'll have to talk to you about this later, but for now, do you think you can stand?" Chiron glanced at Will, who nodded.
    "The wound is healing well now that he drank some nectar." He said.
    I did feel much better, the vanilla nectar was doing a good job of kicking the pain out. "Sure, I could use a walk."
    "Alright." Chiron nodded. "Will, you can help him walk for now, show him around camp and fill him in on all he needs to know. "And give him some ambrosia to speed the healing further." He said as he turned his wheelchair around. "Oh and that spear of yours, it's an impressive weapon." And with that he rolled out of the infirmary.
    "You got it." Will called. "You sure you wanna get up?" He asked, looking back at me. Looking into his eyes I realised for the first time, they guy could have passed for my brother on first glance. I was slightly taller than him, but unlike him I could definitely use some workout. Our hair was the same colour, and his eyes were just a slightly lighter shade of blue.
    "Yeah." I said. "Yeah I want to get up, how long was I out anyways?"
    As he helped me up he said. "Oh, you've been out of it for five days now." He handed me a clean orange t-shirt just like his, with the words Camp Half-Blood and a logo of a flying pegassus in the middle.
    "Five days?" My eyes widened.
    Will cracked a smile. "Don't worry, the record for unconscious newcomer is twenty two days, so you're fine."
    I had some trouble putting my t-shirt on so Will helped, then he put an arm on my shoulder and helped my out of the infirmary. I used my spear for additional support. The house was big, the Big House, I realised, with multiple floors and many doors, but Will led me outside. Once we got to the front porch I leaned on the railing for time out. While there I took a moment to admire the view. Now I knew why it was called Camp Half-Blood. It looked just like most other summer camps would. There was a forest, a lake to one side, the sea on the other. In between there were various summer-campy things like cabins, except each cabin looked different, a few looked like ancien Greek temples while one reseblmed a steampunk factory. There was also a basketball court, a volleyball court and many other courts. I had to admit, this looked like a pretty cool place to spend a summer at. The only thing that looked slightly discouraging was a giant climbing wall from which an endless supply of blazing lava was pouring down.
    Will noticed what I was looking at and smirked. "Oh you'll be climbing up that in no time." I stared at him. "Don't worry, only one person has died on it this year." Again, I wasn't entirely sure of he was joking or not.
    "Place looks pretty empty." I said. Sure there were a few dozen people milling about but this place looked like it could accomodate a Metallica conzert.
    "Oh we have a lot more people that come to camp." Will explained. "But most only come during summer, then go back to the mortal world to attend school and try to blend in and play mortal."
    "But you're here." I pointed out.
    "There are some year rounders yeah." Will nodded. "There's usually even less people at this time but the satyrs have been bringing in more demigods recently, and most come from orphanages so they stay here."
    "Satyrs." I repeated. "Goat people, servants of Pan the Wild Man." I said.
    Will chuckled. "It's a good thing you already know this stuff, you get used to it all being real much easier." He said. "The satyrs help us out alot with bringing in new demigods, they have an excellent sense of smell and can track down demigods and sense monsters. We send them to schools across the country for that reason."
    Then I realised I'd missed one very important question. "Hold on, if this is all real and Greek gods and myths are an actual thing." I said. "Why America? I'm pretty sure all the old stuff happened in Greece."
    Will nodded again. "It did, but you see there is this thing called the Flame of the West, it's a magical thing that moves just as the 'western civilisation' does, and Olympus follows it." He said. "All of it started in Greece thousands of years ago, then the gods moved to Rome once the Romans decided to worship the same gods, they just renamed them. Centuries later, when the Western Roman Empire fell the gods moved back to Greece or what was then the Eastern Roman Empire which stuck around for another millenia, but after the Romans adopted Christianity the gods moved west again. This time to England which became the most poweful, if not the biggest empire in the world, and much later they moved here to America once the United States were formed."
    I listened to this intently. It sounded pretty reasonable. The Romans did worship the same gods, and the Easter Empire did adopt Christianity. "What do you mean, Olympus followed it? Isn't Olympus a mountain in Greece?" I asked.
    "Sure." Will nodded. "There's Mt. Olympus and then there's Olympus, the palace of the gods." He said. "It's magical so it moves around like a big sky ship."
    "And where is it now?" I asked.
    "New York, Empire State Building." He said with a shrug, as if it we the most obvious answer.
    "Okay, sure." I said. "Have you been there?"
    "Yep." He nodded. "This summer, there was this pretty big war between the gods and the titans."
    I stared. "Come again?"
    "Ever heard the news of Mt. Saint Hellens exploding?" He asked.
    "Of course." I said. "Hard to miss, it was all over the news."
    "That was Precy blowing up a forge of Hephaestus and waking up the giant monster Typhon who then proceeded to cause havock across the states before the gods finally stopped him near New York." Will said. "You must have seen the hurricane reports too."
    I was baffled. "That was all you people? The volcano, the hurricanes, all of it?"
    Will nodded again. "You'll soon find out that most great disasters in the world are caused by gods and ancient all powerful monsters." He smirked at my expression.
    "And who's Percy?" I asked, the name hadn't escaped my notice.
    Will shrugged. "Oh, nobody in particular, he just happened to save the world last summer by defeating the Titan lord Chronos in the palace of the gods on Olympus." The more he talked the more amused the appeared, must have been my dumbstruck expression.
    "Okay, okay enough." I said, lifting my palms in surrender. "Too much info to process at once."
    Will chuckled. "That's how it usually goes with newcommers, but you'll get used to it eventually." He reassured me. "Now come on, I'm supposed to show you around. I'll introduce you to the other campers."
    I was feeling slightly more stable on my feet now, so I decided to walk on my own, with the help of my spear. "Lead on." I followed him down the stairs and towards the cabins.

    When I left the school grounds it was almost six o'clock, I knew I had to be back by eight, so I had some time to waste. I made my way down the streets, my iPod now playing Bohemian Rhapsody. As usual I kept my right had in the pocket of my jeans out of habit, clutching the iPod dor no particular reason, my other hand swung loosley as I walked. At first I had no perticular destination in my mind, then I remembered I was hungry. I'd forgotten to take more money with me so I couldn't afford more than a simple hotdog and some diet coke from a street vendor, I'm not a fan of diet coke but that's all the vendor guy was selling. I sat down on a bench in a local park, it was mostly deserted, just a couple neighbourhood kids playing around, and two tall dudes in black suits off to the side, standing underneath a pine tree and talking silently, in their hands they both held black business suitcases. I took a moment to wonder what they could possibly be doing here in a park in downtown Washington DC, when they looked like they belonged at the White House. The hotdog distracted me, and after a few bites I stopped paying attention to them, big mistake.
    By the time I finished my meal I'd completely forgotten the reason I left school in the first place, music tends to make me forget myself. After almost fourty minutes of just sitting and listening to random sonds, I realised seven o'clock was long passed, and I had to be back at school by eight. I got up instantly and was just looking around for a trash bin when I noticed the two business dudes. They were still there, they hadn't moved from under the cover of that tree. I was about to dismiss the thought when that feeling in my gut returned, as if an amateur was attampting to fine tune a piano. I frowned, but I still turned my back and made my was out of the park, my hands in my pockets, walking a little faster, though that was mostly due to the fact I was about to be late.
    After two blocks, I was certain the business dudes were following me, I do not believe in coincidences and I had a hard time believing that those two just happened to be standing in the park for as long as I was there and just happened to be going in the same direction that I was. I picked up my pace now, dodging people going the other way, I even turned off and put away my iPad, the situation was that serious. With only ten minutes till eight o'clock and my stalkers still on my trail, I decided to deliberately try to loose them.
    I weered off into an alley at the first possible opportunity and ran across to the adjacent street, then ran across the street, almost becoming roadkill by the hands of an ice cream truck, and into another alley. This alley wasn't a straight line to the other side, it had another path leading to the right, but I just jogged in a straight line. When I was a few yards away from the alley exit, one of the business dudes showed up, blocking my way out. I stopped in my tracks. Great, I thought. I turned around only to see the other guy already walking towards from the way I'd come. Now was the time to panick, I felt a few piano strings snap inside me. I looked around frantically, there were no catwalks, just the aditional alleyway to my right. I glanced at on the the guys heading towards me, and I blanched. The guy no longer wore a black suit. He was wearing full combat armor, and I was pretty sure that was the kind of armor the Greeks wore two and a half thousand years ago. And the suitcase, oh the suitcase had been replaced with a six foot long iron spear. My head spun to teh other guy, same deal, armor, spear. The last thing I noticed about them before I bolted down the alley was that both had black bands tied around their heads.
    When I ran, they ran after, there was no help to be called in the alley. I did my best to slow them down by tipping over trash cans, barrels, crates, whatever came to hand, even a potted plant. It wasn't as effective as I'd hoped. Soon a eight foot fence impeded my progress. I'm usually not good at climbing over tall fences, but for some reason, the prospect of getting impaled on a spear was a great motivator. With unexpected speed and managed to swing myself over the fence, just as the two, whatever they were, reached me. They were much slower to climb over in their armor, which gave me the opportunity to arm myself with a metal rod I took out of a trash container. It prooved useful in poking the guys as they ettempted to climb the fence. Three times I managed to unbalance them, causing them to fall down. One of the guys growled at me and tried to stab me through the fence, and he would probably have succeeded, if not for my super fast reflexes. Wait, since when did I have super fast reflexes? I don't know how, but I managed to grab onto the spear ad snatch it out of the guy's grip, then ran again. Dead end, of course. I took a turn and there it was, a solid wall of doom, the only way out of this alley now was through the Greek businessmen. Unless I could fly, and I was pretty sure I couldn't. I spun round, the sound of running footsteps getting closer and closer.
    My heart was beating so fast I'm sure not even Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata's third movement had a slower tempo. My hands were shaking but I kept a firm grip on the spear. My legs however were not shaking, the seemed to do well under stress, tense but steady. Just when my hunters were about to round the corner, instinct took over. Up till then I didn't even know I had those instincts. My legs and arms moved automatically in a split second, like my subconscious just took over and did what I couldn't possibly do willingly. I threw the spear like a professional javerlin thrower. The spear flew across the alley and just in time, the unarmed hunter rounded the corner. The spear went right through him. I was expecting some top noch Quentin Tarantino gore, but the moment the spear came into contact with the hunter's neck, the hunter vanished in a puff of white misty smoke. The spear flew into a wall on the far side, taking a chunk of brick on impact.
    I stared, shocked on multiple levels. First, I'd just preformed a gold medal worthy olympic javerlin throw even though I'd never held a spear in my life. Second, I'd just killed a man dressed in ancient Greek armor. And third, the man was a ghost?
    Unfortunately I didn't have time to dwell on any of those thoughts as just then the other hunter appeared, very much alive and very angry. He didn't stop to marvel at my spear throwing abilities, instead he charged me.
    "That's it." I said to myself. "Time to die, it's been a good short life, and hey, at least I did well on that history exam."
    Just as I readied myself to be impaled and finally find out if there really was a tunnel, an arrow zipped through the air somewhere from behind my attacker. As if in slow motion, I watched as the arrow flew uncontested through the back on the man's head and out the forehead. During the split second process, I witnessed the man turning into smoke up close. First, his skin went translucent, I could see his skull grinning at me, then his whole skeleton burst into while smoke, which reminded me of buring magnesium. Then the moment was over, and all that was left was a spear at my feet and a strange smell in the air. Then I realised I was still rooted to the spot, I tried to move my legs but they felt like somebody had injected them with lead. I couldn't move. Then I looked up.
    As if smoking, suit shifting angry businessmen weren't enough, right across the street stood a horse, no, a man, no woman, no horse...woman. My brain was on the verge of imploding when the woman-horse person spoke.
    "Don't be afraid." She said, yes definitely a she. "You're safe now, for the time being."
    I didn't exactly have an answer, and if I did, I wasn't sure i'd be able to speak. Instead I stared at the newcomer. From the waist up the creature looked like a normal, very athletic woman, with tanned skin, long braided brown hair, a kindly face with chocolate brown eyes. She wore a simple brown jacket. But from the waist down, she was a beautiful, light brown arabian horse. A centaur, I realised.
    "Y-You, uh...umm." U stammered.
    She smiled and approached, slinging a long compound bow on her back as her hooves made loud clopping noises that reverberated through the alley, I was surprised I hadn'd heard the sounds before, they were hard to miss.
    "There is nothing to be worried about, I am here to help." She said, and I believed her.
    "You, you're a, a centaur." I said once I finally found my voice.
    "Centauride." She corrected with yet another smile, a female centaur. "My name is Chariclo."
    "And those, things." I said, looking at the spot where the last hunter vaporised. "What were they?"
    Chariclo frowned. "I am not sure, malevolent spirits would be my guess." She said. "Many things have been stirring lately." She looked at me again, he smile fading slightly. "What is your name child?"
    I cleared my throat, it took me a moment to remember. "Um, Ale-Davy, Davy Faraday." I said, for some reason I chose not to say my first name. "What do you mean stirring? And last I checked, centaurs were mythological creatures like the nymphs and driads and stuff."
    She smiled again, but this time it looked forced. "Oh I assure you I am very real, but I do not have time to explain myself, I have to get you out of here lest the spirits come back."
    Getting as far away from this place as possible sounded great to me, but I couldn't help but notice she'd ignored my question. "And go where?" I asked instead.
    "I shall take you to a safe place for children like you, my husband will be happy to welcome you, once you are there, he will answer any questions you may have." She pointed towards the arrow on the groud. "Would you be so kind."
    I turned and picked the arrow off the floor, examining it before I handed it back to Chariclo. "Where is this safe place?" I asked again.
    "In New York." She said simply, as if that was an obvious answer.
    "New York." I repeated. "And we're in Washington." I said. "How do you plan-oh wait, you want me to, ride you?"
    She nodded. "Of course, centaurs can cover distances very fast, I do not often allow mortals to ride with me, but I can make an exception now and then." She said as she returned the arrow to the quivver on her back.
    "Wait, hold on." I waved my hands in a stopping motion. "I live in Washington, New York is miles away, and I'm late for school, I'm supposed to be in my dorm room by now, if they find out I-"
    Chiraclo silenced me with a wave of her hand. "That does not matter now, you are in danger as long as you are here, it doesn't matter whether you are in a dark alley or thinking yourself save inside your school. They will return, and they will find you."
    "What about my stuff?" I asked. "All my school books and, and stuff." I didn't really have many other belongings, and I could do without the books but still, this centaur lady was asking me to leave my home just like that, no explanation, no excuse, not even a note to mom when and if she came home. And I was grateful and all, that's she'd saved my life, but brain was still sizzling, ready to pop like corn any minute. I had just been attacked by smoke dudes and now I was talking to a mythological creature.
    "I am sorry, but you cannot go back, they know where you live, they can track your scent, the only place you'll be safe is in New York." She urged, already offering me a muscular hand to climb up on her back.
    "Who are they?" I retorted stubbornly. "Look, I just went out for a hotdog when I was assaulted, I could just call the police." Even as I said it I realised how stupid that sounded. Like anyone would believe I was attacked by two angry smoking ghosts and was saved by a centaur, they'd proably think I was an overzealous Harry Potter fan or something.
    She gave me a strange look. "You know that will not work, they will not believe you." She said. "Now come, pick up that spear and let us be off, it is a long way to New York but I will manage it easily."
    I looked at the spear on the floor. "What hasn't it vanished as well?" I asked.
    "It is a spoil of war, it belongs to you now." She answered.
    I knelt down and picked it up. I looked it over for just a moment, I'd examine it in detail some other time. With a sigh, I stood back up and said. "Alright, okay, I'm going." I clashed her Chiraclo's arm and she pulled me onto her back with surprising ease.
    "Hold tight!" She warned. "Wouldn't want you falling off mid trip, who knows where you might end up." She souded alightly amused at those words for some reason.
    "Won't others see you?" I asked. "I mean, it's not like you see a sixteen year old riding an ancient mythological creature through downtown every day is it?"
    She gave one last smile. "The mortals have very poor eye sight."
    Before I could say "Mortals?" I felt a sudden pull at my back, as if a hook had just snached my from behind.
    We moved so fast I almost got whiplash. I hugged Chiraclo's waist tighter and did my best not to slide off her back. I dared to open my eyes. What I saw reminded me of whenever they went to hyperspace in Star Wars. Everything around me sort of, stretched out, elongated as it zipped past is. I saw tall buildings, skyscrapers, then houses, a factory, then fields, lots of fields, all zooming along as if I was looking out the window of a bullet train. I contemplated asking exactly what laws of physics applied to centaurs, but decided best to keep my mouth shut, as I had the feeling more than words would come out if I opened it. I sat immobile for what seemed like an hour before I felt Chiraclo's powerful muscles gradually slow down.
    I opened my eyes for the second time. It was almost night now, the sun had almost set on the horizon. Then, looking around I noticed a complete change of scenery.
    Chiraclo had stopped on a small road some miles away from "New York!" I gasped. I was right, those were not the familiar skyscrapers of Washington DC, those were the towers of the Big Apple itself, even in the descending dark I could still spot the tip of the Empire State Building.
    "Yes." Chiraclo said, she sounded amused. "As I said, we centaurs can cover distances much faster than mortals can imagine."
    There was that word again, mortals. I'd have to inquire about that later. "You said the safe place was in New York, why are we here then?" I asked, releasing my grip on Chiraclo, my arms felt sore and numb, not to mention my legs and all the other places.
    "This is Long Island Sound." Chiraclo explained. "The camp is near here, but I am afraid I cannot accompany you further."
    "Camp?" I said inquisitively, jumping off Chiraclo's back and stretching my legs. "You didn't mention a camp."
    "My husband will explain everything once you're there, but I cannot go with you, not now." She said. "Follow this road, 3.141 Farm Road, that is where you will find safety. There you will see a hill, and on the hill a tall pine tree, that marks the border of the camp. Cross the border, and monsters will not be able to follow you, it is well protected. Go to the Big House, look for Chiron, he will be happy to let you stay, you will be safe there." She said all this in a rather hurried tone, not even looking in the direction she was pointing.
    "Why can't you come? Who's Chiron? And monsters? Those things were monsters?" I asked. I didn't understand anything she'd said.
    She sighed. "Only do as I say, follow the road, ask for Chiron, he will explain everything."
    I knew pressing for answers was futile. I sighed. "Alright, but thanks anyways, for saving my life and, making an exception on your no kid transport rule."
    Chiraclo managed a smile. "I am glad to help when I can, but this is where we part, and I doubt we will see eachother again soon, if ever."
    By now I knew asking why would give no results, so I just nodded. "Okay, um, goodbye then?"
    She nodded. "Goodbye Ale-Davy Davy Faraday." And, with a smirk, she was gone.
    I stood there for a little while longer, admiting the view, night had now fallen completely and the glowing lights of New York truly were impressive. After soaking in the sights I turned round and followed the road. "3.141 Farm Road." I said to myself. "Chiron, that sounds familiar." Now I thought about it, I was pretty sure I'd heard the name a few times before.
    The road was completely devoid of traffic, it was eerily silent as well, all I could hear was the whisper of the wind and the distant sounds of the city behind me. Now that I was alone again and moving on my own two legs and not in hyperspace, I took time to recap my day so far. Woke up to a normal day at school, chased out of class by strange noises, followed by businessmen turned psycho ghosts, saved by female centaur, transported cross country in less than an hour and dumped on the side of the road with vague explanations and an adress. So far so good.
    As I walked along I considered taking out my iPod again, but something told me not to, something. Then I realised what that something was. That tugging feeling in my gut again, now somebody was playing the bass in my stomack. That tune from The Thing, just a constant repetition of the same bass note, it always creeped me out, especially when walking alone in the dark, like now. I glanced back, nobody there, yet. So far as I knew I was completely alone. Nevertheless I gripped my newly aquired spear tighter in my hand, I wasn't sure if I could pull off another stunt like I did earlier but it still felt reasuring to hold it.
    Then the hissing came, and instantly I freaked. Not even hesitating my body went into overdrive, and I ran. And just in time, as out f the dark yet another spear went flying past me so close I could feel it cutting throgh the air. I didn't even look back, I just bolted forward, picking up speed when I heard footsteps in hot pursuit. Then I spotted the hill, just like Chiraclo has said. A tall pine tree stood prod on top, I though I saw a bit lump of something coiled around the trunk but I didn't have much time to pay attention to it. I ran up the hill panting, as a few spears imbeded themselves in the grass between my legs. I made the mistake of looking back. At least a dozen men in black armor and black bands round their heads were chasing me up the hill. I wasn't sure if I could make it. I though I could try to scare them off so I turned around and threw the spear at the closest enemy. to my surprise the spear hit true and the silent hunter was sent flying down the hill before vanishing into thin air.
    My moment of glory was short lived however, as more spears came flying my way. One managed to scrape my shoulder. Instantly a sharp pain sent a shock through my body. I'd been cut before, but this felt like the blade was already coated with salt, the cut was shallow but it stung worse than a hornet sting, and I know that feeling. I almost crumpled to my knees but a sudden burst of adrenalive forced my legs to move. I grabbed one of the spears that they had thrown at me and turned around again, ready to defend myself. Then something moved to my right. What I'd originally thought to be a simply pile of wires coiled around the tree moved. A gigantic serpentine figure raised it's head and roared. But it didn't roar at me, it roared at the attackers. Awesome, at least I have giant lizard backup. I couldn't make the shape of the creature out very well in the darkness, but I wasn't stupid, I'd seen The Hobbit, I knew a dragon when I saw one. I almost fainted then and there but was stopped when one of the hunters who had managed to scramble up the hill charged me. He thrust with his spear but I somehow managed to parry with my own. The impact knocked me back and I almost fell over, but something kept me on my feet. He attacked again and this time I dodged. Then I seemed to enter slow motion again. I twisted the spear in my hands and thrust it forward before the enemy had the chance to pull back, the spear stabbed right between the chinks of his armor and the attacker poofed. I took a moment to marvel at my victory, but a moment too long. I was just about to turn around and run straight down the hill towards the houses when I felt my back go numb. At first I felt no pain, that would come later. I looked down. There was a hole in my shirt just underneath my ribcage, a little further ahead a spear was imbeded in the ground. It was coated in blood. My blood.
    The entire left side of my body felt numb, I guess it hurt so much my pain receptors short-circuited. I stumbled forward, placing my free hand on the hole in my shirt. That was a lot of blood. I fell to one knee in the grass. The last thing I remembered was another loud roar from the dragon, lights turning on in a large house ahead, and a lot of shouting.
Chapter II
Chapter Twooo, kiinda have an idea where I'm going with this xD

Chapter III: Chapter III

    Ok, so. Chiron says writing stuff down can be very helpful, like writing a diary or something. Personally, I think he'd just like more written proof on how he was the one who trained all the big heroes, not that I consider myself a big hero. Seriously, have you seen his room? Probably not. He's got at least a hundred books on all the famous demigods he's trained for the past three thousand years, and I don't know how, but he's also got black and white photos of Heracles, or Hercules if you prefer, Odisseyus and one with Ajax and Achilles. I guess Hephaestus was involved, or maybe Daedalus. No time travel was involved in taking those pictures. Trust me, if time travel was possible, you would not like it and we'd all probably be dead right now, this isn't Doctor Who. Chiron also urges me to warn you guys before you read ahead: If you are a demigod, or if you think you're in danger of monster attacks, stop reading now and go to your school, find a satyr. They'll help. They're easy to spot, they walk awkwardly and eat cutlary and tin foil.
    If you are a mere mortal and believe this is pure fiction, you may proceed unbelievers. I suppose introductions are in order, a bit of backgroud info on me before we get into the good stuff.
    My name is Alexander Davy Faraday, but I perfer to be know by my second name only, although people do insist on calling me Alex or Dave, I hate Dave so let's restrain ourselves and not call me that okay? Okay. My family is German, back before my time my great something grandparents moved to the country of Freedom aka the USA two years before the start of World War 2, they weren't big on all the stuff that certain mustachioed individual was on about. They settled in Washington, and that's pretty much where my family has lived ever since. While my mom and I technically call Washington DC our home and have a place of residence, we barely live there. I myself spend most of my life in a boarding school, my mom spends all of her life abroad on business. Unsurprisingly we don't get to see eachother very often. She works for this big German multi-national company or something and is pretty much constantly away on business, while I remain stuck in the boarding school. Not that I mind, I barely even know her, at least not as well as a son should, I'm used to her not being around so missing her is a foreign concept. And besides, I've got some pretty cool friends in school, or at least I had. That's the basics of my life, I'm not an awfully complicated person with a tragic past, but that's probably going to play against me when I'm older, if I get to the point where I can call myself 'older'.
    Anyways, I guess the time has come to talk about the weird stuff. Obviously I'm a demigod, the term used for us crazy children spawned from gods mixing with puny mortal humans. Chiron says I shouldn't reveal my godly parent in the intro for the sake of, what was it, dramatic tension? So that will have to come later, but first I have to set the scene.
    It was October 10, I think. I was sitting comfortably in the classroom, writing my history exam with gusto, blissfully unaware of my true identity and the fact today was the last day I'd attend my school. It was a warm afternoon, cloudless, out the open windows wafted in the smell of freshly mowed grass, which was extremely demoralising for everyone trapped inside. Luckily history has always been one of my stronger suits, I wasn't very good at dates but I had a knack for memorising names and whatever goes with the names, like what war did the person start, how did they die and how many affairs they had, and if the affairs had anything to do with their deaths.
    I took a short time out after writing a paragraph explaining the reasons that led to the French Revolution and eventual rise of Napoleon and was just about to move on to Frederick the Great and his little spat with Maria Teresa when I heard that hissing noise again. I suppose I should mention I'd been hearing snake like hissing noises for the past month before that day. At first I'd assumed it was just my imagination, then I thought my ears were malfunctioning, but something told me that wasn't the case, and whenever I walked alone, whether through a school corridor or down a street, I felt like I was being watched and got that creepy long corridor track from The Shining playing in my head, seriously, that movie was messed up.
    The moment I heard that noise again, I tensed and looked around. Nobody else seemed to react. Mr. Pendleton was still trying his best not to fall asleep, the other kids flashed each other covert glances and mimed answers across the class whenever Pendleton's head drooped. I decided to ignore the sound for the time being and concentrate on the Austro-Prussian war. I continued to write. A couple of times, once Pendleton had nodded off again, someone would tap me on the shoulder and ask a question, I was happy to answer as long as the teacher didn't notice, I wasn't big on cheating but I liked to help others out if possible. Once I answered, the word would carry across the class like a wave, followed by the sound of two dozen people suddenly scribbling answers on their papers. That woke Pendleton up. He cleared his throat and adjusted his bowtie, glaring around the room suspiciously, but otheriwse, he didn't react. And so the exam went, minute after minute, question after question, I was pretty confident in what I'd written so far and I only had a few more questions to go.
    I was just about to explain how Thomas Jefferson bought Louisiana from the French when the hissing noise returned. Catching me off guard I almost jumped out of my chair. Compared to most demigods, I'm pretty calm, but I'm still ADHD and stuff like this make me jump on reflex. I felt a tingle on the back of my neck, then rolled my eyes at myself as my brain instantly made a Spiderman reference, I'm not a fan of Spiderman. But I couldn't ignore the feeling of impending doom. My legs started to twitch under the desk, my left hand automatically tapped the rythm to I Will Survive, why? No clue. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, I had to get out of there, I heard the hissing noise more frequently. I got out of my chair, picked up my paper, walked over to Mr. Pendleton and haded in my almost finished exam.
    Mr. Pendleton took the paper, examined it, then lifting an eyebrow asked. "You haven't finished you test Faraday, is something wrong?"
    I shook my head. "I'm, I'm not feeling very well sir." I said, doing my best to make a pained expession. "I think I need to visit the infirmary."
    Pendleton pursed his lips, then shrugged. "Well, you only have another four minutes before the bell rings so I supose you may be excused." He sounded slightly disappointed, I was the only person in class who payed attention to his lectures, he was probably expecting me to hand in a complete test.
    I thanked him and spun on the spot, walking out of the room as the other students started panicking, with only four minutes to go. As soon as I was out, I picked up the pace and started to half walk, half jog towards the stairs, down two flights, out the building, across the courtyard into the next building, up one flight of stairs and into my dorm room, all the while followed by that same hissing sound. I fumbled with the keys only to find the doors already unlocked, Sawyer was probably on a free period or something. I burst in and shut the doors behind me.
    As it turned out Sawyer did have a free period at the time. He was my roommate, and I suppose he was a  cool guy, but I barely saw him during the week as we attended different classes. He was all in biology, physics and other science stuff, which heavily contrasted his spiked bracelets, metal band T-Shirts and an impressive talent with the electrical guitar.
    I leaned on the door and dropped my bag on the floor. Then I spotted Sawyer, splayed out on his bed, attempting to levitate a ping-pong ball by placing it on pursed lips and blowing on it, a trick I'd shown him just the other day. He looked up as I entered, breathing heavily from running up the stairs.
    "You alright man?" he asked, the plastic ball landing on his Metallica T-Shirt.
    "Fine." I swallowed. "Just, thirsty."
    I retreated to the bathroom and leaned on the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. Now, I'm not very self conscious, I don't really care what other people think of my appearance, but I'm still a teenager so I do care to some extent. Short blonde hair, one straight nose, a pair of blue eyes and two ears, a set of randomly arranged teeth though not nearly as bad as some other kids' teeth, and a thin horizontal scar on a tall forehead. That's pretty much all you need to know.
    I stared at my reflection for a moment, noting I required another shave, I wasn't even seventeen yet but I could already grow a full five-o'clock shadow, which is not a trait any of my friends have. I sighed again and washed my face in cold water and combed my hair back into place before exiting the bathroom.
    Sawyer was still in the same position, only now he was blasting Enter Sandman on his headphones, I could hear it on the other side of the room. I knew it was useless attempting to communicate. I didn't mind, he was considerate enough not to use the speakers in the corner of the room, I'm not a fan of roof shakingly loud music. When it comes to music I have a very wide taste, from Beethoven to Ray Charles to Hendrix and AC/DC, I just didn't like the more modern garbage most other kids like.
    I sat down on my bed opposite Sawyer and started to unpack, I didn't have any more classes today, I assumed that by now the bell had rung, but if it did I didn't hear it. Once unpacked I stretched out on my own bed, took out my iPod, my only prised possesion, and attempted to relax with some Bob Marley. It worked, for a total of three minutes. The hissing sounds might have vanished once again, but I simply couldn't get the feeling of being in imminent danger out of my gut. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I told Sawyer I'm going out for a snack, maybe food would help calm my upset stomack, and left the building. I had no idea I'd never see Sawyer again.
Chapter I
I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this. Percy Jackson fanfiction!

Chapter II: Chapter 2 - Davy
General Information

Name: Haytham Beaumont (pronounced Bow-mont)

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single

Are you From the Kingdom?: No

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

-People with the same mindset

-Believers in freedom
-Dragons and varoius creatures

-Condescending towards lower classes
-Bouts of anger make him irrational and impulsive

-Open sea

-Master swordsman, utilizing an elegant fencing style
-Charismatic speaker
-Avid planner


Rank: Military

Specialty: "Sleeper agent" disguised as: Knight

Race: Caucasian

Height: 6'1

Weight: 180lbs

Eye Color: Sea blue

Hair Color: Dark brown

Distinguishing Traits: Always clean shaven and has a small hair knot on the back of his head. He tends to stay clean and hates getting blood...or dirt over himself.

Other Important Appearance information: He wares a short brown cape with a unique insignia on the back.


What is their home like?: Haytham has a private estate up in the mountains, but he doesn't spent much time there year round, so it's usually tended by his servants.

Family Details: Ritchard Beaumont - Father(deceased), Anabelle Beaumont - Mother(deceased)


False History:

Haytham was born in a rather poor family, despite the surname, which would ring a bell with some of the older members of the society, for the Beaumonts were once one of the richest families in the kingdom, some were even convinced they were richer than the Royal family. They once owned a large chain of banks, and were also one of the most successful trading families all around. But that was before Haytham's time.

The family business was destroyed by wars centuries before his birth. The money from their banks was used at war tax to keep the kingdom's armies alive. During Haytham's time the family had been reduced to little to no money and a small estate up in the mountains, and was largely forgotten by the public. There he was born and raised by family servants, trained and schooled. After his father's death and mother's suicide, he inherited the estate and what little money remained. He moved to the city, leaving his servants to tend to his home, while he joined the military.

It took him a long time, but eventually he was knighted and became a prominent member of society, even started working on setting his old families bisiness back on track by working with new merchant guilds throughout the kingdom. He wasn't as successful as he might have been but he earned himself a hefty deal of money as well as a name for himself as an honest banker.

True History:
In truth, Haytham had never been a Beaumont. The real Haytham Beaumont was assassinated along with his father, his mother commited suicide. In his place came a false Haytham as one of the many "sleeper agents" set throughout the kingdom. His entire staff was also replaced, what happened to the original Beaumont household is unknown. Since nobody appart from his family and servants ever knew the real Haytham, it was a good cover story.


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Well not much to say, well I don't want to say much.
Love to play the piano, watch movies and do art.
Best movies: Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Master and Commander, Kingdom of Heaven, Bridge on the river Kwai, How to Train your Dragon etcetcetc.
My 3 best sitcoms: Blackadder,A Bit of Fry and Laurie and Jeeves and Wooster.
My best TV series: Sherlock Holmes BBC, Game of Thrones, Top Gear, Avatar:The Last Airbender and The Legend Of Korra, Brothers in Arms.

That's all I've got to say for now.

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Favourite genre of music: Blues, Classic, Jazz, Movie Soundtrack.
Favourite style of art: Pencil-Paper, SFM Posters.
Favourite cartoon character: Don't...even.
Personal Quote: "Don't be afraid of hights, it's the ground that kills ya!"

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Following orders from gotta admit that's a cool name cmon.

1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you what Harry Potter house i'd put you in.
4. Tell you which one of your OC's is my favorite.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you or your art.
.7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you what am I doing right now.
9. Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of.
10. Tell you to do this in your journal too, if you haven't already...or just do on this journal.

- If I don't know you well my responses might not be very interesting xD

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Thanks for the watch c:
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No problem!
I'm really impressed with your sketches, it's people like you that make my brain want to keep practicing drawing instead of revising history XD I like your digital art as well, but I personally preffer drawings ^^
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My digital works are drawings as well c;
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A Greybeard's Scowl by DragonZion
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Happy birthday!!:D
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Hvala, danke, thanks, merci! ^^
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