One two. One two. Mic check. Oh my god, were on air! Hey what's up? Toby Mourier on the mic. Welcome to our radio station. Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Leo, Jason, Piper and of course, our previous hero Percy Jackson are also here with me to help tell our fabulous story which you'd better believe! So, just to sum the whole story up, I will beat them up, again! (No, Percy, I like having a big idea of myself, try it, its better than being so modest!) So guys, are you ready? Oh and something else-(Right, I'll continue.) Sorry guys, the big, modest guy doesn't let me to tell it to you. Anyway, let's go!
After dinning at Camp Half-Blood I actually though that life just couldn't get more complicated. I had arrived at the camp about a week ago, and from then and on, it feels like I am at a madhouse. All the kids here say that I'm like, half god and half mortal, and I shouldn't forget the fact that most of them play with real swords. Yet, thanks to my bad luck attraction, life did get both worst and more complicated, something that I wasn't used to from living in a safe neighborhood in Manhattan. Well, it didn't get worst right away though. Just not immediately.
I was walking across the big Ω of cabins, which, as I had found out earlier belonged to a different Greek mythology god, thinking. I generally thought that nothing was going to be the same anymore. When I arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I found out that I was, in fact, one of Apollo's many children, and to tell you the truth, I was quite proud of it, even though I was about to faint from all the shock that had taken over me. A demigod. WOW! Me, Toby Mourier, a demigod? Of all the things that one could possibly make up in his brain that was the sanest!
This didn't stop me, though, from feeling even greater and stronger than any of my old best friends at my school in Brooklyn! When I arrived here, I had no friends at all, and no one talked to me. Most probably, I thought to myself, because I looked lost inside so many smart, talented and strong demigods. The subject of friendship made me despondent, so I decided to returned to my supernatural demigod stuff.
I paused in front of the big Apollo cabin. At first glance, Apollo's cabin looked like any ordinary cabin, but, if you looked at it while the sun was up, it seemed to glow too much to bear. Some of the other Apollo's kids told me that the cabin was made of solid gold, and that it was the second largest cabin in Camp Half-Blood after the Herme's cabin. The cabin seemed to reflect the sunlight to me, since Apollo was the Greek god of the sun. Even though all these kids said the same thing about the glow f the cabin, I had this strange feeling that the cabin produced its light by itself, since if you looked at it closely at night, it still glowed lightly, but probably, the gold reflected some of the light from the moon. At the outside of the cabin, there were some chariots which seemed to be brand new. They were all golden, with beautiful calligraphy carved letters of all the members in the cabin. The chariots too seemed to glow in the sunlight, making them even more amazing and mesmerizing when you looked at them. Unlike most of the normal chariots I had seen before, which weren't all that much, these ones were huge! It seemed like it could easily fit at least forty campers!
Next to the chariot parking lot, there were some big shelflike cases, which were gold too, rested on the glowing golden wall of the cabin, slightly hidden behind a big oak tree, with big green and healthy leaves. Inside the cases were millions of sonic arrows, as the other cabin members called, which I didn't yet particularly know what their purpose might be.
After I was done looking at my new home, I sat down on a gray, moist rock and started thinking again, a different subject now. Personally, I loved to think when I was bored, sad, or nostalgic. Now, I was all three, which was an excuse for me to think more.
Now, I thought of me, and all of the other Apollo campers, as well as the likenesses we had as half siblings. Before I reached the camp, I didn't know that I had magical powers at all. Sometimes, though, I might do things no other humans could, but to me, they didn't seem so special. Sometimes, I could curse people into speaking in rhymes or couplets, which took days to wear off. Here, I found out that all of my other half-siblings could do that too! Other things that I had in common with the other Apollo campers was that we were all excellent archers and we could aim perfectly well, as well as the fact that we were skilled in physical contests and game! We were also skilled art workers and, and we had a grate talent in music. But, despite the fact that I found a lot more people like me, I also found out that Apollo's kids could heel people by singing. This thing as totally amazing up to me, even though most of the other campers didn't use it very much. The most talented in our cabin, was its "ruler". He was brand new, I heard, and his name was Thomas Jonathan, a pretty weird name up to me.
The rest of the Apollo campers and I, also had outer likenesses. I, like all of the other Apollo campers had blue-green eyes, which according to how the sun shone on them, they would either become more blueish, greenish, or sometimes, grayish. This thing kind of pissed me off sometimes, since I had no idea what the exact color of my eyes was! Many people, though, say that this kind of eyes are very rare to find, and that my eyes in particular are mesmerizing when you look at. Another likeness that the other campers and I have are the hair. Our hair our neither brown, neither blond, and when the weather got colder, all f a sudden, their color would darken. Another thing that I'm not sure of, the color of my hair. I am tall, too, in fact I was the tallest in my class in Brooklyn, but here, I have an average height, which, when I am standing between all these tall dudes, totally lowers my self-esteem.
I was so drawn out with my memories to understand that I was standing out of the cabin all of the time. The sun had gone down, an already I could see Orion shining bright up in the dark blue sky. The moon, full and brighter than I'd ever seen in my life, glowed brightly over the center of the Ω that the cabins formed, giving extra luster on the Apollo's cabin.
Suddenly, a dark skinned guy, with long hair came to me and started talking to me interminably. I actually wished that I had my stop-watch with me so that I could time him speaking, but I forgot it at home at Brooklyn the day that I was taken here.
My mom was cooking my favorite food, roast beef with french fries in our large dimly lit kitchen, when this half-goat guy, satyr as he called himself, knocked on the door. My mom let him in, thinking that he was one of my friends from school. I was up in my bedroom studying then, and so I told them to wait a while. The satyr started talking to my mother about Greek gods and other stuff, as far as I know. My mom got totally freaked out at him and started running around the brightly lit hallways of our house loudly screaming "Hairy-legged monster!" She even called dad who had actually left me and mom when I was 3 months old to report him the news. I actually found out today, though, that my dad was Apollo, the Greek sun and music god, and that he now lived at over the Empire State Building, which is actually the home of all the Greek gods, in other words, Mt. Olympus. I know, thats what I thought at first too. You guys must got to be kidding me. Anyway, let's go back to our story (Happy now Grover!)
"Hey! Ya must be da new kid from da city eh? Manhattan, right? Heard silly stories about da people there! Hope you're not a weirdo like most of them! You seem like a cool guy! Whana be friends? Why were standing in front of the cabbing for so long, got kinda bored at staring at ya, so I decided to talk to you. Wanna be friends? Eh? We will have so much fun in sword fighting if ya'd want, but I warn ya, I can kill ya as easy as-"
"Calm down Mike! You don't want to get our newcomer tired with your constant chit-chat, do you?" interrupted a redhead girl who didn't seem at all like a demigod at all to me. She was wearing jeans filled with marker stains and a white TShirt that was like four sizes bigger than her, which surprised me by the face that it was so clean that it seemed to glow under the bright glow of the full moon. "Hello! My name is Rachel! This is Mike! Were happy to have you join our camp!" she said in a cheerful voice which echoed silently in the dark and dense woods.
"Hm, hello. My name is Toby. So... mm... Are you two demigods also or am I the only one around here?" I said, but denied it right away. Of course they were demigods. I mean the camp was called "Camp Half-Blood" and even though I was dyslexic, I could read and understand it's meaning. Demigods are half human, half gods. Half bloods on other words. Why would I be the only powerful kid in here?
"Well, actually I'm a kind of fortune teller. Mike over here is a Hephaestus son. Very talented one indeed. Who's son are you?" Rachel spoke.
"Well, I'm Apollo's. I'm kind of mixed up actually. Like, the past few days, week actually, all I here is stuff about Greek mythology being real. Do you actually mean that all Greek gods actually exist and that they come down to earth and have weird affairs with humans, who sometimes don't even understand that they are having affairs with ancient greek gods, creating demigods? Even I'm mixed up, and seriously I hear many, many silly stuff in everyday life. One time I saw a cat talking to these two kids. This is just craziest, though. Am I going insane or what?"
"Well, ya actually have da hang outa it. Dats exactly how it is kiddo! Gods+Human=Demigods. Simple mat! Well, anyway, Apollo's eh? Some cool kids with rock music skills are in der. I know that guy who can play the guitar betta than Eric Clapton! You'r surely lucky!" Said Mike. I didn't quite feel like talking now, especially about rock music. I love classical music only. I never, though, got why everyone else hated it! I mean it is so frustrating. I can't take it! Classical music is the best!(All right, I close my mouth now, but I am still frustrated at that thing you said Mike!)
So, were were we? Oh right! I was tired so I told them a cursory goodnight, followed by a yawn, and walked inside the cool cabin of Apollo. It was a big relief to find out that it wasn't hot like the outside summer heat. I fell on one soft bed which now officially belong to me, and tried to sleep, but the sleep only got me when a guy did something with his hands, kind of like charming the room, and classical music, Debussy to be accurate, started playing. Then, my eyelids slowly closed, and I slept hugging my bag, pretending that it was my Teddy bear, happy about the fact that I had finally started to make friends, as weird as they were. I liked weird people anyway. The sleep got me right away, and unlike the previous nights here at Camp Half-Blood, I saw no dreams at all.