Tord, Gale, Other Randomeness, and The Olympians

Tord was a Half-blood. Obviously. He was 16 and found himself in camp half blood after several years of being attacked by monsters. No one knows who his mother was but his father was Hades… Mega.

He'd like to say that he was raised by wolves or something cool like that but, he was raised by badgers, which are by far, probably the most embarrassing things to be raised by in the universe.

But still he pressed on in life and left his furry family at seven and wandered the streets of Manhattan for a long time. You can imagine it must have been a shock when he was creeping slowly down an alleyway and, to find a ball of fire speaking to him, saying something about "half-blood" and "Hades" and such. And Tord saying "I probably shouldn't of had that white powder…" But it turned out to be true when a monster attack him and blew up in a ball of black fire which he later quoted as "F***IN' AWSOME." He was only 11.

So he continued to train his powers over the next five years, becoming adept at summoning un-dead and becoming able to shadow travel at a skill level that would make Nico sit in a corner and cry. When he was 16 he was picked up by a Satyr, because of the refurbishments at camp half-blood and taken to the camp.

Tord's First Day…

Tord walked down half-blood hill, passing Thalia's pine tree and narrowly escaping the wrath of the dragon guarding it. The Golden Fleece was really shiny though… His satyr dropped him off at the Big House. A horse-man guy was playing some chess like game with a guy from Hawaii and a satyr.

"Uh sir? There's another one." He said, quietly. The Hawaiian guy looked up.

"Aw man not another one. O.K" he sighed. "Welcome to camp half-blood, your home for the next however long you survive in this dump. Here you will be trained in all manners of Greek fighting and become a true (hah!) Demigod hero and be brave, strong blahblahblah…" He was blatantly annoyed at something.

"Right… who the heck are you?" said Tord, a bit too overconfidently.

"What did you say?" The Hawaiian guy's eyes glowed purple. "I'm Dionysus or Mr D for short and camp director. Don't you dare use that tone at me again boy. Now who the heck are you?"

"I'm Tord-" Mr D laughed a little inside. "I'm 16 I think… son of Hades and not afraid of you!" replied Tord.

Mr D then glared at him in the way that you automatically know means "Staring contest GO!" The centaur coughed.

"If you'll excuse me sir, but I think the boy needs to be escorted to his cabin, don't you?" He said calmly. "He turned to Tord. "Greetings, I am Chiron and camp director also, of camp half-blood."

"Yeah nice to meet you." Replied Tord, not breaking his stare. The satyr bleated nervously.

"I think we should get Annabeth now. Annabeth!" Shouted Chiron.

"Yes?" came a girl's voice. A blond girl, just shorter than Tord, came walking from a cabin. She had blond hair and stormy grey eyes. This was Annabeth, daughter of Athena, girlfriend of Percy Jackson and short tempered. She also had a knife. Everyone remembered that, because then you realised that she could not only knife you to death, she could knife you to death strategically.

She glanced at Tord and blushed slightly.

"Oh" she said to Chiron. "Which one?"

"Hades" replied the centaur.

"OK. Come on" she beckoned to Tord and he grunted.

"Okay…" he snapped his gaze from Mr D. Mr D felt very good inside. Tord walked with Annabeth towards a black cabin made of some sort of black marble, which he later learned was stygian rock, which sounded asuringly like it wouldn't fall on his head, because that was the feeling he got when he saw the front. "So what's your name?" asked Annabeth.

"Tord." She blushed and he could see that she was trying really hard not to laugh. He hated that. People always laughed at his name. It normally gave them a lifespan of about 5 seconds. "And yours?"

"Annabeth" Some kids (more half-bloods Tord presumed) were playing volleyball on the courts. One of them was a bulky blond girl. She turned her head and noticed him walking to the cabin with Annabeth. She seemed to grin, wickedly at him before getting smacked in the face with a volleyball and being yelled at by her team mates. Annabeth left Tord at his cabin to get used to his surroundings. He stepped into the cold room, full of bunks and shivered nervously. This was his home for how long? Seemed pretty grim to him. A short kid, maybe about 12 or 13, who was sleeping when he came in, poked his head over a top bunk.

"Oh hey! So you're a son of Hades?" he said, excitement in his voice.

"Yeah I'm new here." Replied Tord.

"Hi I'm Nico, what's your name?"

"Tord." Nico didn't laugh which was amazing. The little punk! Oh he is so dead – what? He's not laughing? This is new. I think we might have a team going here.

"Tord huh? Never heard that one before. Go on, pick your bunk." Tord didn't move.

"Don't worry there's no one else in here at the moment."

"Oh ok, but I think I'll take a look around first y'know. Get used to it."

"It'll take a lot more than one look to get used to it."

"Whatever." And so Tord stepped out into the welcoming sunlight and a bit less unwelcoming fist.

"Hey punk" said a rough girl's voice. Tord groaned and looked up into the face of the girl he'd seen playing volleyball. "Y'see we've got a camp rule. It's like an entry test. Come with us." She held out a hand to help him up. Just as he was about to take it she pulled back and he fell back to the floor. She and her friends laughed.

"What's your name punk?" She said.

"Tord" Uh oh.

"Ahahahahaha! Ya hear that guys? Tord! Haahahahahaha! Listen Turd I'm Clarisse and I'm the real boss of this here camp, so don't go listening to the old horse man. Now get up and come, before I drag ya there!"

"Alright alright you don't have to shout!" Said Tord, getting up. "Let's just get this over with." Clarisse grinned the wicked grin of that people have when they know more, so much more, than you. Tord could tell that they were not going to get along.

Clarisse grabbed Tord by the sleeve and pulled him to a grimy building she explained were the camp toilets.

"What does a toilet have to do with this?" he said, still unaware of his horrible fate. (All those who have read TLT will know)

"Oh you'll see. You'll see…" The rest of her friends sniggered.

They reached the toilets and she pushed him inside. This was not just any toilet, it was the camp toilet. Whole new species of life have probably evolved and died in that toilet. It smelt so bad that it had weakened the fabric of space-time and was very close to openening a rifty to another dimension. It would definitely increase the likelyhood of meeting Abraham Lincoln with a duck in his beard. Clarisse grabbed Tord by the scruff of his shirt and brought him to one of the toilets.

"Hey what are you doing?" Shouted Tord

"Eheheheheh… hey what? HOLY SHI-"

Halloween

It was a week after Tord's arrival at camp Half-Blood. He had met Percy who he instantly didn't like, mainly because he'd laughed, but also because he was too big-headed. Just because he defeated Kronos. Not a big achievement. I could've done myself, he had said.

Tord had made his friends and enemies, one of whom was Clarisse whose arm was still broken after last week's "accident".

He'd heard that the Apollo cabin was throwing a Halloween party round about midnight and had decided to go, dressed up as his hero – Death.

He arrived at the Apollo cabin at 11:00. There was an Apollo camper at the front door, dressed as a sacred red cow of Apollo. He looked ridiculous.

"Why do I have to be the door monitor, and, why do I have to wear this stupid costume? Huh what? Oh hi, can I see your invitation please?" muttered the camper.

"Invitation? I didn't know you had to be invited." Replied Tord.

"Huh? Well I'll see if your name is on the list…" He flipped through his notepad. "Nope sorry I can't find it anywhere."

"This scythe is real you know." The Apollo camper shivered nervously.

"Well… I could let you in on a restriction." The scythe glinted in the moonlight. It sure looked sharp… and would probably hurt if… and he's a son of Hades… and look what he did to Clarisse! "Or I could let you take someone else's place! Step right in!" Tord grinned and stepped into the room. The bunks had been cleared to one side to make room for the food and drink. Loads of campers were dressed up is Halloween costumes and were talking about well… whatever they were talking about. Percy and Annabeth had quickly become old news.

"Ah the Grim Reaper!" Tord turned in the direction of the voice and it was an Athena camper. He could tell because of the eyes. They never ceased to amaze him.

"I think I heard that he's actually part of Greek mythology now! They did an exchange with Europe. They've swapped Charon for the Grim Reaper for 3 millennia."

"Is that so? So what's your name?"

"Matt" he replied. He looked about 13, with auburn hair and the usual eyes.

"Tord – he'd better not… oh… he did it! I know he did! Aw man I hate this name! – so you new here too?"

"Yeah, I got here three days ago."

"Well you certainly got yourself known quickly to get invited."

"I'm like that. I make friends easily."

"How?"

"Dunno. It's just the way I am." Lucky bugger.

"So have you met Percy? I heard he's the hero of the camp, going on all these quests and all." Asked Tord

"Oh yeah! He's so awesome, he's invincible and everything!" He's even got fans! How gullible are all these idiots anyway?

"Hmph" said Tord. "But you know what I think? I think-"

"And why can't I turn up the music?"

"Because there are sleeping satyrs! You don't want to wake them up!"

"But they're over in the forest, they won't hear!"

"I don't care! You are not putting up the music and that's final!"

"No way! I'm getting an outside opinion – Hey everybody! Who wants to turn up the volume?" Immediate silence followed. It was the kind of silence you can hear. It had crickets in it.

"Oh me! Me me me!" Matt shook his hand in the air wildly. A few groans came from the groups of conversation. Then the talking started again.

"Well that was weird" said Tord.

"I told you so."

"No you did not! And anyway it was probably just because they didn't hear me right."

"Don't be stupid!"

"I'm not being stupid! I'm telling you, it's because they didn't hear me right!"

"Suuuuuure…"

"Man! You are so annoying!"

"And so are you!"

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"
"Oh look there's Nico!" said Tord. "See you later then Matt."

"Bye… *sniff*" said Matt, sadly. Tord made his way over to Nico, who was helping himself to some cheese nachos.

"Is it always like this?" asked Tord

"Dude, you have not even seen the beginning." Answered Nico

"Pretty weird then I'm guessing."

"Oh yeah. Really weird." They paused to eat a little.

"So you've been on quests with Annabeth and Percy?"

"Yeah, a few."

"What's it like?"

"Some people think it's really bad and all but it's really fun when you get to the end. And we get-"

"Hey watch it! You almost stepped on my foot!"

"Oops! Sorry! I will be more careful next time." There was a thud.

"Ow! Stupid door-frame!"

And then along came the Cyclops, thought Tord. By the gods I never thought I'd ever think that in my lifetime!

Tyson came in to the cabin, not dressed up because he was a Cyclops, who doesn't need to dress up for Halloween.

"Is Percy here yet?" He asked, to who Tord did not know.

"No" said a voice.

"He's probably "doing something" with Annabeth" said another voice. There were several sniggers from around the room.

"Hey! Don't talk about Percy like that or I will get very angry!" said the Cyclops.

That shut them up. Nothing shuts people up better than an angry Cyclops. Tord expected the conversation moved on very quickly.

"Is that Tyson?" said Tord.

"Yes." Answered Nico

"I've heard about him. The only non-human half-blood at camp isn't he?"

"Sh! Don't say it so loud!"

"Oh sorry" Whispered Tord.

"Are there any peanut-butter sandwiches?"

"Uh.. yeah… I think they're over there" Tord pointed along the table.

"Oh. Thank you um…" Tord hesitated.

"Tord…" This could either go really well, or really, really bad.

"Oh Tord! What a good name. Nice to meet you Tord!" Really well then.

Tyson thudded down to devour the peanut butter. Tord felt slightly sorry for the food. It wasn't their fault. No-one asked them if they wanted to be eaten. Especially by a Cyclops.

A polar bear plodded along a glacier. It had ideas for life – polar bear type ideas. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, swim a bit, have kids, eat, sleep, have more kids, eat, sleep, die. Just the regular life of a polar bear. But this polar bear was not going to have a regular life. For a start it was going to be the only polar bear in the universe to think of the term "earthquake". The ground – ice or whatever – started rumbling. The polar bear was very puzzled at this, since he lived in the Poles and had never experienced an earthquake, or ice-quake. The ice cracked and smashed upwards in a huge explosion and a big, glowing light ascended out of the ruins. The polar bear did not panic when it saw the light. It is dificult to panic when you are dead. It had gazed upon the divine form of a new God. For this was the birth of another Greek god out of the divine elements of the Earth. This was the birth of the Ice God.

Zeus shifted uneasily. He'd felt this feeling before, like someone was pushing against his power. Someone was going to say "I feel adisturbance in The Force". It was just a matter of waiting to se the idiot who would. Glances were thrown around the room, as the pressure built up, like a dam waiting to burst. Then finally, "I feel a disturbance in the Force" said Poseidon who was sitting next to Zeus in the throne room. Zeus groaned.

"That was un-needed, brother"

"I couldn't resist it. Sorry…"

Back at the party, things had started to go down. Clarisse had arrived, with her sling. Tord had given her an evil grin and she glared back at him, but soon she was laughing and joking with her boyfriend, Chris Rodriguez. Tyson had farted to the disapproval of everyone else. Especially since he had just eaten all of the peanut butter sandwiches. Cyclops farts are the worst. Still, the party pressed on into midnight and the music was eventually turned up because people were beginning to get bored. Two satyrs came to protest, but ended up join in with the party, because everyone likes a party.