James Blood smile as he saw the battle unfold in front of where he stood at the base of the hill. Behind that hill was the training ground of mortal heroes and the birthplace of legends. That is if the hero survives to become one. He watched as the young boy, his mother, and unconscious friend over one shoulder, rush up the hill trying to avoid the Minotaur.
James then grinned as the mother was grabbed around the neck and squeezed. He then laughed quietly as the mother screamed as she was teleported to someplace else. He then followed the boy up the hill taking the form of a thirteen year old boy wearing ragged clothes. He wore a silver ring with a black onyx on top on his right hand.
The boy then defeated the Minotaur with its own horn and dragged his friend up the rest of the hill and down it towards the big blue house at the base of the hill. James followed the boy after cutting his right leg and across his right eye with a dagger which he threw away. James then limped to the big house and playing the part, collapsed next to the boy he followed in.
Chiron watched with wide eyes as the second boy staggered into view and collapsed next to the front steps. "Well that is unexpected. Annabeth go get Argus, we need to get these two boys inside."
