Tony has always been taught to obey the Ten Commandments, go to church on Sunday, read the good book, and to pray before eating and going to bed. Little did he know that his life would change all from an online search. As well as almost get his butt handed to him.
Tony was looking at information on Gargoyles for a subject he was failing with his friend Chuck, Coach Hedge's kid. "Tony we should leave man" Chuck said as he sniffed the air. Before Tony could ask, the windows broke from a screech as a gargoyle swooped into the room and swiped a claw at Tony, only to get hit by Chuck. "DIE!" Chuck screamed his battle cry as Tony looked at his friend fighting the stone being.
Tony rolled to avoid a tail swipe, just barely cutting his cheek as Chuck kept hitting the gargoyle with what looked like a bat with nails.
"What the heck is going on?" The frightened teen asked as he saw his friend beat the monsters head repeatedly into a computer. "I need to get you to Camp Half-Blood, or Camp Jupiter if you're Roman!" Chuck yelled as he grabbed his friends arm and ran.
"Camp? Roman? What do you mean and why was it after us?" Tony asked as they ran past mobs of students. They ran out of the school and into the streets as unholy dogs began chasing them "Hellhounds, why did it have to be hellhounds!?" Chuck yelled as the dogs from hell were gaining speed.
The hellhounds began to close in on their target as the teen and his friend where running through a garden. Chuck was playing his pan-flute to ensnare the hellhounds with the gardens plants. One unlucky hellhound was wrapped in thorny vines, cutting into it. The rest of the pack watched as their leader was turned into powder, they soon met the same fate as howls of pain could be heard throughout the streets.
"Chuck what in God's name were those things?" Tony asked once they escaped the killer pack of dogs. "Hellhounds Tony, dogs from the Underworld" Chuck said as they were catching their breath "you better start explaining what all this crazy stuff is about?" Tony asked, arms crossed and glared at his friend.
"You are the son of a Greek or Roman God. You could be one of the Big Three; Zeus/Jupiter, Poseidon/Neptune, or Hades/Pluto. But I highly doubt it." Chuck said as they got up and walked "that's impossible, they are just myths, the only one I believe in the God himself." "Those monsters that just tried to kill you are anything but myths. Look at my lower half" Tony backed away with a look of disgust on his face. "Not that you moron, I mean my legs" Tony looked as Chuck rolled up his jeans and shook off his shoes to revel brown fur on his lower half and hoofs for feet.
"Okay… I believe you now dude." Tony said, blinking his eyes and pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming or it wasn't a hallucination. "We good now?" Chuck asked pulling his pants back up and putting on his fake feet as his friend nodded his head.
-An Hour Later-
The duo ran onto Half-Blood hill after encountering a few low-class monsters which Chuck took out with his pan-flute and a baseball bat yelling 'DIE!' "Are… we…there yet?" Tony asked, panting from the run.
"Yep, welcome to Camp Half-Blood" Chuck said arm stretched out toward a sign that started to shimmer. "What language is that and how can I read it?" Tony asked as Chuck looked at the demigod. "It is ancient Greek, which makes this camp your new home."
I had this story in my mind for months and began doing bits and pieces for another few months, but that is normal for me. I hope you guys liked this story.