Disclaimer: I own neither PJO nor Naruto. Rick Riordan and Masashi Kishimoto, respectively, do.
Same to the rest of the story.
The all-powerful Namikaze clan has been the most powerfull family on the world for millennia, that is, until the Lord of Titans, Kronos, decided to kill them, because they were giving him problems.
Only a little girl escaped, her name was Naoto, who, afraid of the danger, lived the most normal of the lives, had the most normal of the families, and the name Namikaze was forgotten forever, not even the gods knew about it.
What they also don't know is that the Namikaze clan was descendant of Zeus.
Vicent Charles Johnson, also known as Vice, was twelve and had always been the weird one at school. I mean, who wouldn't when you have three whisker marks on your cheeks as birthmarks, bright, almost electrifying blue eyes, spiky brown hair (A/N: I thought that after so much generations the blond hair would be lost. This is MY story!), you are hyperactive, have ADHD and still get good marks?
The fact is, his life was almost normal, his parents had died in a car accident when he was eight. He survived because he was with the seatbelt on. As I was saying, his life was almost normal until his enemy at school transformed into an one-eyed freak and started to run after him.
So here he was, running from a Cyclops (he knew about greek mythology but never thought it was real).
"SHIIIIIIIT!" was all he could say while he was running. People were saying things like "How are those two so fast?" or "Is the big one so scary?"
Vice didn't know how people could think a Cyclops wasn't scary.
Crazy world.
"You smell…" but whatever the creature was going to say, he couldn't.
Mr. Brunner held a bow in his hand and had shoot the monster at the point of transforming it into golden dust. But that wasn't the scariest part.
Mr. Brunner wasn't in his usual wheel chair. He was riding a horse, or more precisely, he was the horse. A beautiful white horse was going down his body.
After that, he said one of Jesus's slogans.
"Follow me."
And Vice, afraid of some Minotaur going after him, he did the most intelligent thing he could think of at the moment.
He followed Mr. Brunner.
They both entered, after some time walking (apparently, people were thinking Mr. Brunner was riding a horse. He didn't know how people could be so dumb), a white van in which was written in the outside CHB and some Pegasus draw under it (Mr. Brunner had gone back to his usual wheelchair, though the orange-color fanatic didn't know how).
"Uhhhh… Mr. Brunner?"
"Call me Chiron. And yes, my boy?" he responded.
"How can people be so dumb at the point of not seeing you as you are?" Vice asked.
"Everything will be explained once we arrive at Camp Half-Blood."
"Camp Half-Blood?"
"Just wait and see, my boy."
They stopped at the entrance of what looked to be a strawberry farm.
He didn't think that strawberry farm was frightening enough to have the name of 'Camp Half-Blood', even though the strawberries grew so much it WAS scary.
"A strawberry farm is Camp Half-Blood?" asked the obviously confused Vice.
"As I said, just wait and see." Was all Chiron answered.
That was the first chapter, guys, I'll try and write Chapter 2
Oh, and yes I'm Brazilian, so if my English sucks, don't flame (if you do, they'll be used to burn Athena's little ass).