My eyes came into focus in a clean wooden hut. People rushing to serve the wounded, I guess that meant me. People on the beds were my age, 11, all looking like they had been attacked by a sea serpent or something. I got up and a huge of sickness grew on me and I nearly passed out. I looked to my side and saw a glass smoothie cup with a straw. The label on the back said 'Nectar! You'll be fighting monsters in no time!' That's a weird motto for a drink, I thought. But I guess it won't hurt. I gulped it down, a wave a aid rolled down my body and fixed all the scars and bruises from the bullies at school.
"The mortal awakes! How are you feeling child." I voice came from behind me.
I turned and saw a mix of a lion's head, one hundred arms, a golden pouch slung onto his scaly back and a long serpeant tail.
"Uh, I'm ok. But where am I, sir? What am I doing here? I asked calmly. Trying not to sound like a spoilt brat wanting the answers now.
The Lion man chuckled. "You are in Sector 20, lad. We are Camp for Heroes! You will train with our other special mortals and learn how to fight." He answered.
I was trying to think back when I was seven, when my mum told me I was a special and I shouldn't ever let go of that specialness. I looked around me. Campers that have the same problem to me. Fighting a war! Yeah any old Dow(duty of war) game with pistols are amazing, but actully holding a gun-
Like reading my mind he said "We don't use guns. We use swords and shields. Axes and spears. Bow and arrow. But no guns. Now if you want to stay, I'll get one of the senior campers to give you a tour."
He motioned towards a small wooden door with monsters carved into it. I turned my head and realised an 13 year old boy was behind me, quiver slung onto his back and bow hanging on his shoulder. He had smooth black hair, green eyes and had a terrible deep scar running from his cheek to his neck.
"I'm Mason Black, head of Bravo cabin. I'll be showing you around from the sword arena to the monsters caves and tunnels. Then by then I should be able to track down which cabin you will be staying in." He announced.
"I'm Alex, I don't use my last name since I ran away from Yorkshire, thats where I'm why am I here?"I questioned him. " I can't fight no monster's, I've never held a sword in my life. What use am I here!"
He looked around the meadow and I turned to where he was looking. A few campers were attacking some huge hellhound. I watched as the camper curved his sword into the hellhounds stomach and the monster turned to dust only revealing a few blood marks on the grassy field.
"They didn't think they could fight monsters, but look at them now. They fight monsters every day, especially with the great war coming onto us. We need all the help we can get." He answered and walked off in the direction of a massive arena as big as a football stadium.
We walked into the arena and saw about fifty teenagers with fully battle hardened armour and a great variety of weapons; long gold swords to small silver daggers. Mason walked to a table with as many differant weapons you could think of.
Mason looked at me, motioned his hand at the weapons and said " What kind of weapon do you want? Sword? Spear? Anything that you can handle correctly and battle with."
" How about a sword to start of with then if i can do better with a differant weapon, we'll try it?" I asked.
He smiled at my firstly then looked at the golden weapons and picked out a nice sharp two handed sword. He tested it first on a stray bronze sheild, once he made sure the sword wouldn't brake on impact he gave the sword and motioned his hand towards a group of test dummies.
