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One big WIP by Amperus
One big WIP
I'd be lying if I said I haven't been working on this for a long ass time...still a while to go, just wanted to hear the people's opinions on it! :D

    Now, you might be asking yourself How come he's not loosing his mind over all this? Well, to be perfectly honest, I thought I was slowly loosing my mind, and I was panicking, internally. But I thought that if I was going mad, there was nothing I could do about it, so best just play along.
    Once again I repeat, Camp Half-Blood was a pretty cool place. Will showed me the climbing wall up close, still wasn't a fan. He introduced me to a bunch of Aphrodite kids, mostly girls, who looked at me as if I was fresh meat brought in for slaughter, I was glad when we moved on. He led me past one of the cabins where I met a couple of Hephaestus kids who looked friendly enough, covered in soot and oil stains, they were instantly reckognisable as children of the god of blacksmiths and fire. They all shook my hand and welcomed me to the Camp, but at the same they seemed a little preoccupied, their eyes revealing a twinge of sadness in them.
    "It's because of Beckendorf." Will explained once we'd moved on, as if reading my mind.
    "Beckawho?" I asked.
    "Counselor of Hephaestus cabin, he died in the battle against Kronos." Will said sadly. "He was a good guy, even the Ares cabin respected him, best smith in the camp." He sighed. "The other Hephaestus kids haven't been the same ever since."
    I didn't say anything, which was my way of showing respect for dead people I never knew.
    "Brace yourself." Will said warningly. "You're about to meet the spawn Ares."
    He sounded like he didn't really want to do this, very encouraging.
    Outside the cabin slash armory were only two kids, a girl and a boy. The girl, with short blonde hair and chizzled on scowl was standing cross armed talking to the younger looking boy, who was a head shorter than her and looked quite terrified. She seemed to be reprimanding him for something.
    "Clarisse!" Will called, sounding reluctant. The girl Clarisse turned.
    "What?" She scowled at Will. For a girl, she was quite muscular and bulky, and wore a full set of greek armor, a bronze spear slung across her back. She definitely looked like a daughter of the war god.
    "Are you harrassing little children again?" Will asked. He seemed unfazed by her glare. Judging by his sarcastic tone of voice, I guessed these two were often at each others throats. "Go on Mike, get back to your cabin." The little boy gave Will a grateful look before bolting further down the path.
    "You're lukcy kid!" Clarisse shouted after him. "But if I catch you trying to steal stuff from my cabin again, I'll pullverise you!" She returned her glare on Will. "What do you want?" Then her eyes landed on me. "Oh, the newbie is awake." She rolled her eyes and pushed past Will, I took a cautious step backward.
    "I'd offer my hand but I get the feeling you'd rather break it than shake it." I said, lifting an eyebrow, just to show that I wasn't intimidated, not entirely. Oh, you think it's funny being intimidated by a girl? Trust me, at Camp Half-Blood you'll learn fast, girls are dangerous, especially when wielding sharp objects.
    Clarisse glared at me. "Whatch it newbie." She said. "You're lucky you're injured and I don't fight invalids, otherwise I'd introduce your face with the floor." She kicked a bit of dirt for effect.
    Usually when people threaten me, it's an empty threat so I can snap back with a burning comment, but I got the feeling this time the threat was real. Clarisse looked like she could konck out Arnold Schwartzeneger.
    "Noted." I said, griping my spear tighter.
    She glanced at it. "Nice spear, where'd you get it?"
    Naturally, as a child of the war god, she'd be interested in weapons. "Spoil of war." I said simply.
    She grunted. "Well, we'll see if you can use it in the arena." Then she looked back at Will, who had a surprised look on his face, probably because he had expected Clarisse to pullverise me the moment she layed her eyes on me. "You're still here?" She asked him.
    Will pursed his lips. "Come on." He said, and we moved on.
    "She's um, interesting." I said, once we were out of earshot.
    Will rolled his eyes. "Pray you're not a child of Ares." He said. "They're your usual bully type kids, just imagine an entire cabin of them."
    I didn't want to imagine. I'd had enough experience with bullies in my primary school days. I was one of those kids who usually happened to hang out with the kids that suffered from bullying, so I got involved a lot.
    "I'd best not pray to Ares himself for that." I said.
    Next up was Dionysus cabin. Unfortunately it was completely empty. When I asked why, Will explained.
    "Oh Mr. D has only one child, he had two but, the war happened." He said with a sad tone in his voice. "Mr. D isn't a fan of demigods, he hates pretty much all of us and the feeling is mutual in most cases. It's been like that for millenia, ever since a bunch of demigods wronged his wife, Ariadne."
    I remembered reading the book Ariadne for school, pretty boring, who knew it would ever be of any use. "Why do you call him Mr. D?" I asked.
    Will shrugged. "It's easier to call him that, he's camp director so we see him all the time unlike the other Olympians who kinda pup up now and then, and when they do it's usually bad news."
    "A god is camp director?" I lifted an eyebrow.
    "Well until recently he was." Will said. "We don't know why but a couple of weeks ago he just disappeared, according to Chiron he was summoned back to Olympus by Zeus."
    I let that sink in. So the god of wine, hater of demigods was part time director of a demigod summer camp, that must be nice.
    The next cabin was Hermes cabin. More kids stayed in this cabin than any other I'd seen so far.
    "Hermes cabin used to be full to bursting." Will explained. "The god Hermes was happy to take in any undetermined kids, since he is the god of travellers, among other things such as thieves and messangers." He said. "Ever since the war ended, most of them got claimed by their real godly parents and moved. Despite that Hermes cabin still packs the biggest number of demigods."
    "I assume I'll be staying here then?" I asked, trying to get a glance inside through the open door.
    Will nodded. "Unless you're claimed by the end of the day you'll stay here until your parent claims you."
    I was just in the middle of wondering if Hermes could possibly be my godly parent when Will called. "Hey, Connor, Travis!" A moment later two guys my age poked their heads out.
    Okay so, first, the normal stuff. I was pretty sure they were identical twins, almost the same height, same messy brown hair, same eyes, and identical sly grins. They both wore orange t-shirts and faded blue jeans.
    Now the weird stuff. For some reason, one of them was covered in shaving foam and tooth paste, the other had hair loops in his hair and an eyepatch on his left eye.
    "Sup Solace!" Called the one with the eyepatch.
    "Who's the new guy?" Asked the other one.
    Will glanced at me like Don't ask. "Guys." He said. "This is Davy, your potential new cabin mate."
    Two identical evil smiles appeared on the twins' faces. What had Will said? God of thieves? My free hand immediately went to my pocket, even though it was empty.
    "Cool." Said eyepatch. He approached me and offered his hand. "I'm Connor, counselor to Hermes cabin, this is my bro Travis." He said as shaving foam Travis shook my hand as well.
    "Dude." Said Travis. "That spear of yours, totally wicked, pierced through a training automaton like cheese."
    "Wait." I said. "How do you, what automaton?"
    "Oh, don't worry." Said Travis, I was worried. "We um, borrowed your spear while you were asleep, not like you needed it. But it's cool, we put it back, that is the real one, I think."
    "Real reassuring guys." I frowned. "You guys have automatons? Like, actual bronze robot dudes?" I asked.
    Travis nodded. "We use them for training in the arena, much more of a challenge than a practise dummy, and less dangerous than a demigod. Plus the Hephaestos cabin can repair them in no time so we can bash them up again and again."
    I glanced at my spear, wodering how I'd cope if I was faced by a bunch of automatons. "So where is the arena?" I asked.
    "Just behind the cabins, near the forest next to the armory." Will said. "The forest is where we play capture the flag, it's filled with all sorts of monsters for demigods to hunt."
    "Can't wait." I said, I wasn't sure if I meant it or was just being sarcastic.
    "Anyways." Will said. "We'll leave you guys to your um, thing." He looked the brothers up and down.
    "See you at dinner Faraday!" I shook their hands again and we moved on.
    As we walked, Will stopping to point something out every now and then, I kept thinking who my father might be. I didn't have much to go on. I didn't know my mom because she travelled a lot. Hermes was the god of travellers, then again, he's also the god of thieves and that's not really my thing. I loved music, Apollo is the god of music, but then everybody loves music. We'll see tonight, I thought. I just hoped I wouldn't have a Darth Vader slash Luke moment when I found out.
    Will was about to lead me towards the arena when I noticed the two big cabins ahead. These looked like actual temples. "Zeus and Hera?" I guessed.
    Will nodded. "King and queen of Olympus, but their cabins are empty."
    "Why?" I asked.
    "Well Hera is the godess of marrige." Will said. "Unlike her husband she doesn't break her vows of marriage. And until recently, Zeus was one of three gods who wasn't supposed to have children. Decades ago Zeus and Poseidon forced Hades to make a pact not to have children because they were too powerful and caused too much trouble, like the Second World War for example."
For some reason the World War thing didn't surprise me. "Supposed?" I asked, the words hadn't escaped my notice.
Will smirked. "Weirdly enough Hades ended up the only one not to break the pact, he didn't have any new children. Meanwhile, Zeus had Thalia, who is now a Hunter of Artemis, and Percy is a son of Poseidon."
    "Didn't have any new children?" I asked.
    "As I said Hades didn't break the pact, but he's a smart god and even though he respects every deal, he'll eventually find a way to get around it somehow." Will said. "Before he agreed to the pact, he his his only two kids away in a magic hotel called the Lotus Cassino in Las Vegas. It's a weird place that acts as a time capsule, once you go in, it's almost impossible to get out, and if you do get out you'll probably find yourself a few decades in the future."
    I shuddered. "I think I preffer the TARDIS."
    Will chuckled. "Anyway, Hades put his two kids, Nico and Bianca in there, but they eventually got out a few years ago. So while Hades technically never broke the I said, he always finds a loop hole."
    "Hades, god of the dead, lawyer in his spare time." I said, shaking my head. I tried to imagine how weird it would be to unwillingly find yourself in a different time period, with no going back. I decided then I'd never visit Las Vegas.
    It took another half hour for for Will to show me the rest of camp. He showed me the arena, a wide circle surrounded by greek collums, filled with training dummies and yes, bronze automatons, currently inert, some of them strewn in bits across the floor. We passed next to the pegassus stables, and I had a slight panick attack when I almost got trampled by a girl riding a pure white pegassus as they came in for a landing. Will told me about pegassi and areal combat, which I'd soon be practising, I wasn't looking forward to that, I don't to well with heights. Then he led me by the strawberry fields where I met a whole bunch of satyrs who were playing their pan pipes, working some sort of nature magic to make the plants grow faster.
    Finally, when we'd made a full circle, Will stopped just a couple yards away from the Big House and said. "Right, you should go see Chiron now, he'll want to speak to you."
    "What about you?" I asked.
    "I gotta get back to Apollo cabin, it's almost dinner time anyway, I'll see you there." And with that, he was gone.
    I watched him go for a minute. The moment he was out of sight, instead of moving on, my legs turned to jellow and I collapsed on the floor. I crossed my legs and put my face in my hands. I'd managed to force myself to keep my cool during the tour but now that I was alone, I could afford a moment of absolute breakdown before attempting to get up again. I sat there for at least fifteen minutes, staring blankly at the floor while all the new information of the earthshattering variety kept bouncing around in my head. If my sanity was to be trusted, I'd just woken up in a summer camp for the children of all powerful immortal ancient gods, and apparently, my dad was one of those gods. My dad was an ancient Greek god and my mom doesn't bother to be a mother, I wasn't sure which was worse. A small part of me, that little kid that lives inside everyone, though Awesome, my dad is a god! But in reality, I wasn't so sure if I sould be jumping around in happiness. I knew the old myths, gods were usually bad news, and old demigod heroes never, if rarely had a happy ending. Another part of my brain though Wait, if Greek gods are real, are all the other ones real too? Egyptian, Norse, Aztec? But I quickly surpressed that thought, my brain was already short circuiting. I rubbed my face with my hands, trying to organise my thoughts. Usually I'm an optimistic person and I always have a way of looking at things positively, I was sure being a demigod couldn't be that bad. Sure, I'd almost died just a few days ago, but the important thing was I survived to tell the tale. And all the people I'd met so far at this camp, they didn't seem half bad, except maybe Clarisse but I never let myself be intimidated by bullies, even if they are perfectly capable of kicking my butt. I imagined living here at camp, training to survive future monster attacks. Then I compared it to my life so far. Sixteen years old, technically an orphan, lived most of my life in orphanages, attending school without the slightest idea of a plan for my future. Up till then I though I was happy with my lot in life, but looking back, I realised just how absolutley bored I'd been, what a boring existance I'd been living. Sure, I was an average student, I was good at history but I sucked at most other subjects, maths and science in particular, I wasn't a problematic child and got along well with most of my teachers, I'd made a few friends on the way too. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised I didn't want to go back to that life, which was basically just a constant circle of sleep, eat, school day in and day out. I picked up my spear which I'd dropped on the floor and examined it more closely. It was a pretty wicked weapon. A bronze spear tip the length of my forearm was connected to a shaft of the same metal, but it was surprisingly light. I ran my fingers the length of the spear, then I noticed a slight indentation in the middle, like a thumbprint, with the Greek letter delta, shaped like a triangle. Curious, I pressed my thumb into it. Instantly the whole weapon shuddered. I dropped it back on the floor and watched in amazment as the spear began to collapse in on itself. With a series of clicks the long shaft of the spear transformed into a much shorter grip, the blade stayed the same. Instead of a spear, I now had a short sword. I gripped the handle and couldn't help grinning when I felt it fit perfectly. I decided not to think about how this was possible because it wasn't the weirdest thing I'd seen today. I found the same button and pressed it with my index finger. Nothing happened. Then I tried with my thumb and immediately the sword shifted back into spear form. This time I didn't let go but let the thing expand in my hand. Really, it was worth being a demigod just for stuff like this. And I managed to kill a monster with this. I thought. It was then and there that I decided Hey, this whole demigod thing, I suppose I can live with it. I stood up on firmer legs, still marvelling at my weapon. Now, I'm not the violent type, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to killing more evil monsters with it.
    "Chiron." I said to myself, and with a much more confidence in my step, I made was towards the Big House.


    When I entered the living room, Chiron was already there, still in his wheelchair, his hands clasped together, staring into the blazing fireplace. I knocked on the door frame before stepping inside.
    Chiron turned to see me. "Ah, there you are, I trust William has introduced you to our camp?" He asked.
    "Yeah." I said. "It's a, pretty interesting place."
    Chiron chuckled, turning his wheelchair around to face me. "I am glad you like it, you'll be spending your summers here training." He said. "If, you wish of course."
    I raised an eyebrow. "I can say no?"
    "Of course." Chiron nodded. "Though you'd probably be singing you death warrant by doing so." He gestured for me to sit down.
    "Yeah, well." I said with a slight smile. "I've decided to stay." I sat down. "I'm still having trouble grasping this, well all of this." I gestured around the room. "But I know it's true, I'm pretty sure I'm not insane, not even my imagination could think up something this wild." I laughed at myself. "No use crying about it, just move on." My life's motto.
    Chiron nodded, looking impressed. "I'm glad you think so, usually it takes a lot longer for new campers to adapt to their new reality, in some cases they refuse to." He said sadly.
    "Why?" I asked, for the millionth time that day.
    Chiron shrugged. "There have been a few cases, years ago, where the new demigods came from very strict religious familes. Imagine suddenly having your whole life of worshipping one god shattered with the news that there are more than one and that they have little to do with the Bible. Some simply refuse to believe it, they leave and, well, they don't last long." He frowned.
    I knitted my eyebrows. "So, is there a God?" I asked. "Like capital G God, or Allah or whatever?"
    Chiron raised his hands in surrender. "You ask big questions." He said. "But as old as I am even I can't answer that one."
    I noticed Chiron shift uncomfortably in his seat as he glanced up at the ceiling. I decided to drop the subject.
    "Anyways." I said. "I don't think I've thanked you, for saving my life, so yeah, thanks."
    Chiron nodded, looking relieved at the change of subject. "Every demigod's life is worth saving, but you'll have to learn to protect yourself now." He said firmly. He was silent for a moment before saying. "Those things that attacked you, describe them for me again."
    "Well." I though back to that night on the hill. "As I said, they were all wearing black Greek armor, had spears, some had shields, and they all had black bandannas on their heads."
    Chiron scratched his beard. "I am not quite sure what this means, but I know of the soldiers you describe."
    "Who are they?" I leaned forward in my seat.
    "In the ancient times they were known as the Myrmidons." Chiron said. "They were legendary mortal heroes commanded by Achilles himself. Their black armor and the bandannas were their, trademarks you could say."
    "Myrmidons." I repeaded the word. "But, weren't they good guys, afterall, they worked for Achilles, one of the most famous Greek heroes."
    Chiron frowned. "True, the Myrmidons were once upon a time, great warriors. They followed Achilles and Achilles alone. But, after Achilles died during the siege of Troy-" A sad spark glinted in Chiron's eyes at these words. "-the Myrmidons were left masterless. They might have entered the service of another great hero, but Odysseus went missing after Troy and Ajax died shortly after the war." He sighed. "Eventually the once proud Myrmidons became nothing more than payed mercenaries, working for the highest bidder. They turned from honorable soldiers to feared brigands."
    I was silent, staring at Chiron. I found it difficult to imagine myself in his shoes, or hooves. An immortal trainer of demigods, he'd trained all the great heroes of the ancient times, but they all died eventually, despite his efforts. I felt sorry for the old centaur. He's been training demigods for thousands of years, and he's seen each and every one of them die. For the first time I realised what a lonely existance immortality can actually be, seeing all your friends and family pass away, while you linger on forever. Maybe being immortal wasn't as cool as it seemed.
    At last I said. "These Myrmidons, aren't they supposed to be like, in the Underworld or something?"
    Chiron's face darkened. "They should yes, but..." He hesitated. "Strange things have been happening recently, I've heard tell of angry spirits escaping the Underworld before, but now." He frowned. "It's as if the Underworld has had a massive jailbreak."
    "The Underworld had a jailbreak, great." I muttered.
    "It is uncommon for so many spirits to escape Hades all at once, and why they'd come after you, I do not know." Chiron murmured, playing with his beard again.
    "Yeah, I'm pretty curious about that too." I said. "If these guys are all ancient super heroes, why would they zero in on me? They seemed pretty determined to kill me." I emphasised the point by pressing the palm of my hand to the wound in my abdomen.
    Chiron shook his head. "I cannot say, but this is not the first strange occurance I've heard of these past few weeks." His face cleared, and he forced a smile. "But that is my concern, what's important is that you are alive and recovering." He said. "Soon, you'll start your training, you'll have to learn how to use that weapon of yours." He nodded to the spear I'd leaned on the armrest of my chair. "This attack of the Myrmidons will not be the last of them, eventually, once you're ready, I think a quest will be in order."
    "A quest?" I asked nervously.
    Chiron nodded. "I will explain further once you're ready to lead one."
    "Lead, a quest?" I backed into my chair slightly. "Hold on. I'm not, the leader type, and anyways, who would I lead?"
    The old centaur smiled. "Oh it will be up to you to choose who can come along with you, before that day, you'll have plenty of time to make new friends."
    "New friends." I said to myself. I'd already met a whole bunch of people. Will and the Stoll twins seemed like good people. "I suppose."
    "Good." Chiron patted my soulder. "Now come, it's almost dinner time, wouldn't want you to miss your first dinner at camp."
    I helped push him out of the house. Once we got to the front porch, he stopped, pressed a button on his wheelchair and the blanket covered legs suddenly retracted inside the chair, followed by a series of clicks. Then Chiron started to move. His lower body, where his legs should be, started to elongate into, yep he definitely was centaur. Somehow, someway, Chiron's entire white horse body was able to fit in a magic chamber connected to the wheelchair.
    "Your wheelchair is a TARDIS." I said, looking amazed.
    Chiron smiled, strecthing himself out, free of confinment, his long while tail swishing from one side to the other. "I've never heard that comparison before, but I suppose you could say that." Once he was done stretching out, he extended his arm towards me. "Up you get son, the others will be there in a minute, best not be late."
    I grabbed his arm and hopped onto his back just as I'd done with Chariclo, wrapping my arms around his waist. I'd ridden horses before on a school trip, but centaurs were a different matter, and not just because they had a human body stuck to their front. Chiron jumped off the porch and galloped towards the dining pavillion.

    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 old guy in a 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 Chariclo mentioned." I said.
   Chiron was silent for a moment. "I haven't seen her in a long time, but yes, Chariclo 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 curiously.
   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 and kinda looked like zombies."
   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 went 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'd drunk 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, his eyes were the same shape, but a different colour, 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 me 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 was big enough to 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 Heart 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 maybe 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 Eastern 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 'anchored' 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 battle 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 hand in the pocket of my jeans out of habit, clutching the iPod for no particular reason, my other hand swung loosley as I walked. At first I had no particular 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, 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 songs, 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 attempting to fine tune a piano. I frowned, but I still turned my back and made my way 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 iPod, the situation was that serious. With only ten minutes to 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 at 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, and the hissing now sounded more like a screaming teapot. I glanced at one 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 metal spear. My head spun to the 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, and their faces reminded me of Walking Dead.
   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 an eight foot fence impeeded 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 agility I jumped 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 and snatch it out of the guy's grip, then ran again. Dead end, you saw it comming. 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 the Flight of the Bumblebee 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, a lethal strike, the hunter disintegrated 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? Also, I stabbed 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 white smoke, which reminded me of buring magnesium, Sawyer had once stolen a whole bunch of that stuff from the school supply room and kept burning it in our dorm room. 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." I 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 these, creatures 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 right now, if they find out I-"
   Chariclo 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. And I was grateful and all, that she'd saved my life, but my 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. "Why 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 grabbed Chariclo'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 lightly amused at those words for some reason.
   "Wont 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 Chariclo'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 we zipped past is. I saw tall buildings, skyscrapers, then houses, a factory, then fields, lots of fields and forests, 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 Chariclo'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.
   Chariclo 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." Chariclo 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 Chariclo, my arms felt sore and numb, not to mention my legs and all the other more delicate places.
   "This is Long Island Sound." Chariclo explained. "The camp is near here, but I am afraid I cannot accompany you further."
   "Camp?" I said inquisitively, jumping off Chariclo'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."
   Chariclo 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, admiring 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 in my head, 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 reassuring 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 of 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 Chariclo had said. A tall pine tree stood proud on top, I though I saw a big 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 adrenaline 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 simple 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 movies, 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


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Ian D.
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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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Current Residence: Mann Co. supply crate.
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!"

GassyMexican Stamp by shortstorylongRankin's Face by LilithnanhartDivergent Stamp by xxtayceAvatar: The Legend of Korra Opening Stamp by MexicanSushiSeananners Laugh Stamp by dalminsChilled And Spoon Stamp by dalminsI am a LITERATE Roleplayer Stamp by KisumiKitsuneFeel like a Sir Stamp by YukiMiyasawaSH Moriarty Stamp by TwilightProwlerTraining Your Night Fury by azianwolfdollHarry Potter Stamp by Kezzi-RoseDubuscus by adaw8leonhelpSteam Train stamp by JayyburddSworn To Vanquish Evil by azianwolfdollTOBY TURNER by EllexonSH Sherlock and John Stamp by TwilightProwlerBro Army Support Stamp by BromosoPewDiePie Stamp by TwilightProwlerBitch, plz. by snakeandladders.:Nom nom Toothless:. by OxAmySeaNanners Stamp by PorygoonBRB TOO BUSY READING 'BOUT... by DragoonfliyKade-stamp by SkipSkidTF2 - "Kill me" by Dragon-Minded:thumb278577288:Nope stamp by RapassWaveHeadshot Stamp by francoslavic-banterTF2 Heavy Stamp by HyaKkiDouR4nI Solve Practical Problems by redscoutplzTF2-Archimedes stamp thingy by UnicornNinjas
  • Mood: Amused
  • Listening to: Blues Brothers OST
  • Reading: Harry Potter, again.
  • Watching: Breaking Bad and Top Gear
  • Playing: Borderlands 2
  • Eating: Lasagne
  • Drinking: Sulfuric Acid
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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VedranR Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Sretan ti Rođen dan!
Amperus Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Zahvaljujem! :D
jackofalltrades0097 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:hugs: Thank you for joining the Authors-Club! We are so glad to have you join our group and adding our work to our collection! 

On behalf of the Authors-Club, here's just a little bit of information as to what we're about! :

-- Please familiarize yourself with our Submission Rules before you begin to submit your works of literature into the group gallery.

-- We currently have a contest going on, with a cash prize, points, and feature opportunities!

-- Did you know that we've opened up a chatroom?  Check out our main page for that and other goodies!

Again, thank you so much for joining our club! If you need anything at all, do not be afraid to ask! Wither it be about our club, or even about the going on's in Deviant Art!  

I hope that you enjoy this group and if at any time you have questions, concerns, or ideas please contact me jackofalltrades0097 , or any of the other admin of our group!
MissInkster Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Heyyy you visited my page? Whats up :)
Simander Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch c:
Amperus Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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 ^^
Simander Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
My digital works are drawings as well c;
Thanks for the compliment <3
Amperus Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You're welcome ^^
TehZion Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2013  Student General Artist
A Greybeard's Scowl by DragonZion
gunmoon Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday!!:D
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