Part One

Camp Half Blood onto Out-Post Two

There is a man in his early 20's sitting in a car wreck in the middle of the night, Blood is everywhere. That man, he is not the hero, he is not villain, he's a bit of both. That man, Is a demigod, Son of Nemesis. That man, is me, Hunter Monroe. I guess to understand what's going on here i should start where it began, it all started a few years ago, Back at Camp Half Blood. The only safe place for demigods, I guess that was proven wrong. I'm getting off topic, here's what i remember From all those years ago, Just after the battle of the labyrinth.

"Hunter, Yo Hunter hurry up we need to get to the outpost before dark" Doug walked up to me trying to hurry me up, i was going to say something like 'you want to make me?' and what i tend to forget every time i see him; He's at least a good foot taller than me, he is only 2 and a half years older than me but still so he's about 17. He's pushing 6'4" last i knew, he keeps his head shaved, says his hair gets in his way all the time. He would also be child of Hephaestus god of forgery.

"Hunter hurry up before i drag you, i'm not wanting to be out in the woods at night".

I look over at him after i close up my bag, "Dude, calm down i mean look we have at least 5 hours of sunlight left, and it's not a 5 hour walk." We may have a hard time getting along but we are like brothers, we fight then we kick the crap out of anything that tries to mess with us, anything.

"you're right it's not a 5 hour walk, it's a bit more than 3 hours, but we have less than 4 hours of sunlight left so lets get moving"

"okay okay just, hold on a sec i need to grab something." i walk into the Hermes cabin for the last time in over a year. I grab some things from my drawer (what i found out we lost so many campers over the last 3 or 4 years that i actually have my space in the Hermes cabin), i grab my hatchet, something i'v used to defend myself for years with a brand new of Celestial Bronze Coating, my Hunting knife (not useful on monsters really but i like it), and something i bet Chiron would kill me if he knew i had, i grab my dad's .38 Special and cram it into my satchel, and parts of a 12G. shotgun put that into my duffel.

"okay, ready Doug, Lets get moving."

"finally lets get moving." Doug started walking off into the woods that led outside of the camp.

That was the last time i would be in the camp until after the war. Now our adventures at Out-Post Two start, and my time as a loyal demigod starts to end.