I've never written one of these before. Or anything that i wasn't assigned to.
But i'll try.
A few more warnings:
I'm poor at coming up with titles and names.
I have little motivation or inspiration
I haven't read the books in many years, so I'm bound to forget things
My writing style may seem a little strange, and I like to use periods.
This will most likely never be published, so if you're reading this, you're lucky I guess...?
I dont know how to begin this, so i'll say it's... right as the mechanical bull thing is attacking camp.
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What was i thinking? I was bound to get caught eventually. I stopped walking on the side of the road, wondering whether to turn back. I don't like to ride in taxis or cars. Too fast. I stood there for at least 10 minutes, deciding once again that it would be better to continue.
I'd had enough of hiding. Hiding from what, I wasn't exactly sure. I had forgotten long ago. You'd think it would make it atleast a little less terrifying. It wasn't.
This probably sounds like gibberish. You'll understand sooner or later. For now, I'll sum it up.
I've been around a while. Longer than anyone who wasn't immortal, or at least i think. I don't know how, but that's what I'm trying to figure out. It seems I don't know a lot of things these days. To find answers, I followed the only piece of information I was given by my father that I could remember. Or, at least somewhat. It had to do with Camp Half-Blood, and figuring out my past. I had no idea what that meant, so I ignored it. I was fine for a long time, until they started coming.
The monsters.
The demons that chased me from my home for reasons I didn't understand. I had blocked out most of my past, until i had no recollection of anything other than my father. And all I knew about him was his name and what he said to me the day he left.
When the demons found me, I had been confused
Flashback
Hmm... Something seems off. I can't hear them. The birds... are silent. That never happens. I went outside to investigate. It seemed normal, with the trees and bushes. It was just so odd. The birds were flying away, as if they had been spooked by something. Then my entire body tensed,all the hair on my body stood, and I ducked. I didn't know why, but I'm glad I did. Something whizzed over my head. "Holy sh-" I was slammed in the back and hit the ground hard. I rolled over and looked up, and saw the most terrifying thing I had ever seen, or so I thought. It was almost indescribable. I can remember only that it was much taller than me and had some sort of long, curved claw. It stabbed at me and, again, out of instinct, I rolled away, and it stabbed the ground where I just was. I got up and ran to pick up my walking stick. It was the closest thing I had to a weapon. I saw that the monster was still stuck in the ground, so I started beating it with the stick. I had no effect. I got frustrated and angry and stabbed at it with all the effort I could muster. It got mad, threw itself backwards, and slammed into me once again. It turned and attacked me again with the claw, and I got an idea. As it swung at me, I shifted to the side and directed the curved claw towards the demon. It impaled itself, and released a terrible schreeching noise. Suddenly, it exploded into dust and... glitter?
What just happened?
And what was that thing?
End
More had come after that. I had to run, and take my belongings with me. I had lived in the wilderness for so long, and the world I ended up in was completely surreal. The technology, the clothes... everything was so strange.
I struggled to recall how long ago that had been. 25 years...? Maybe. Time has always been an issue for me, for obvious reasons. After a while, my skills increased and I had gotten used to moving around. Not just combat skills either - social skills also developed. An eternity in the wilds sort of degraded those.
I had made a couple of aquantences and friends. I had even met someone who... became like family. But I stayed too long. And the demons came, and in the confusion... it was the first sadness I had felt in so long. The first guilt.
Before he died, he taught me a lot. How to appear charismatic. How to kill demons without using ancient weapons. How not to kill, and so many other things. I'm not sure I would be alive without him. However, he also raised questions. Who I was, why I was here and why I could live so long without changing.
It was the first time I asked myself thoss questions. Now I do it everyday.
I didn't know why, but I hid for millenia. Not from the demons, they were inescapable. But from something else. I had to know what it was.
That was why I was here. At the camp. Well, near it. I don't know how I knew where it was, but I didn't question things like that. Instinct.
I started walking once again. After a while I started hearing a noise. I was approaching a hill, and behind it, I could hear fighting.
"Hmm. That doesn't sound good" I said to myself.
As I breached the crest of the hill, I saw everything happening at once. A giant, mechanical-looking bull, a giant tree, a farmhouse. Oh, and a lot of people. Everywhere.
As I made my way down the hill, the bull charged. It knocked 3 people to the right and turned. It circled around and prepared for another charge. It stopped suddenly, and sniffed.
There's no way. It's a machine. It can't smell.
It turned towards me and looked like it was overcome with rage. It then charged instantly.
"What did I do?"
It didn't seem to hear me. Figures.
I jumped and landed on it, making it even more pissed. I jerked its horns to the left, directing it towards the rest of the people. Huh. They were kids. Didn't matter to me though, as I leaped off and let them deal with it. It smashed about for a while as I watched them. Maybe I should help... No, they have it I thought. Eventually they grounded it and killed it, but there were a few injuries.
Huh. That was new.
I approached the people gathered, almost all of them looking at me. The rest were helping the injured.
They were wearing orange t-shirts and various pants, so I guess I looked a little out of place. I was wearing a purple t-shirt (No, not what you think), jeans, and one of those hats, like what Q from Impractical Jokers wears. And I still had that old walking stick. I stopped and observed them. There were about a dozen in front of me and a lot more in the background. They seemed unsure about what to do.
Then the group in the back split for who assumed was the leader of the camp, seeing as he was riding a horse. Wait, scratch that, he... was a horse? In reality, he was a centaur. Half horse, half man. Strange, but not the weirdest looking thing I'd seen. He stopped at the half circle of people in front of me.
The question he asked me was unexpected. "Do you know what that is? Do you have something to do with it?" he asked, gesturing to the pieces of mech bull.
"No. Is this Camp Half-Blood?" I questioned him. His face changed from one of authority to suspicion.
"Who are you?" He asked.
I thought for a second. "D. Who are you?"
He looked at me with even more suspicion. This wasn't going well. I wasn't really up to giving him my real name. No one else alive knew it.
"Chiron." he answered, with much hesitation.
I looked closer at the text printed on the shirts. I was pretty sure that they said Camp Half-Blood. With no help from you, Chiron. Good. I was in the right place. Now, all I need to do is convince them I'm here for what I say I am - to join the camp.
A/N:
So there it is. The first chapter, done. I feel it may be a bit too long, but I couldn't find another suitable place to stop.
Again, this is my first one, and I don't really have a plan or outline for this. I mostly just make it up as I go along.
Most of it was cheesy, and there wasn't much action, but... exposition?
I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot.
I hope it was ok.
- tellewatt252
