Being a Demigod is never easy.
It's dangerous and often scary. Sometimes, heroes die at the hands/claws/teeth/etc of bloodthirsty monsters. Sometimes, you get zapped by one of the gods simply because they don't like you very much. Often times, though, heroes die simply because you get unlucky.
Well, there is one place that is safe for people like us. Camp Half-Blood, a sort-of training/summer camp for half-bloods. Naturally, that's where my story begins.
My name's Felix Elendar. Don't ask me where my surname is from, because I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. Besides, most people only know me as Felix. Anyway, my name's Felix, and I'm a half-blood. Half-bloods? We're also known as Demigods. You know… half-human, half-god. You think you've never heard of them? Wrong. I mean, who hasn't heard of Heracles, Perseus, or Orpheus? You'd have to have lived under a rock for the last few millennium. But, let's just get to the story, shall we?
"What do you mean, 'You're not 'You're not worried'?" Annabeth said, glaring at me.
I looked up from my plate of cheese tortellini with tomato sauce, annoyed. "Grover knows how to take care of himself. He's the bravest satyr we know, remember?" I pick up my fork again and start shoveling food into my mouth, awaiting the oncoming storm that was Annabeth's wrath.
Instead, she just looked back down at her food. "Yeah, but what if he's in trouble?" She asked, muttering under her breath.
I sighed and looked around the Athena table. Though I wasn't a child of Athena, Chiron and Mr. D let me sit there due to the fact my parent had no table. Of course, I had to offer a large portion of my meal to the goddess, but that didn't bother me too much. I could always just order more. None of the Athena cabin minded me sitting there, thank the gods, because they knew that Annabeth was my friend, and the fact that I was friends with just about all of them. Besides, no one messed with Annabeth or her friends.
I looked back at her. "He's not in trouble. Chiron's with him, remember?" Chiron was our activities director and teacher. He taught us how to fight. If you enjoy Greek mythology and are pretty familiar with it, you might be asking, "You don't mean the actual Chiron, trainer of heroes and all that, right?" Well, actually, he is. He asked the gods to make him immortal, so he could continue to do what he loved, which was to train heroes. Therefore, he was sent here, to Camp Half-Blood to train us.
Grover, on the other hand, is our friend. He's a satyr, or "goat-boy" as we liked to call him. We've been friends for a long time. He was the reason Annabeth and me ever even made it to Camp. He was currently out scouting a school in New York for any new half-bloods to bring to camp. He had been gone all school year there, and we wondered when he would finally be back.
Annabeth nodded. "I know that Chiron would never let anything bad happen, but…" She trailed off as I put a hand on her shoulder.
"He's fine. I'm positive." I reassured her. "Besides, school year's ending today. He should be back soon."
She nodded again. "I know, it's just I can't shake this feeling of unea-…" BOOM. Thunder crashed overhead, cutting her off.
I looked up, grimacing at the sky. "Sounds like it's going to rain." I said, though I kept eating. The magic borders around Camp let nothing in that wasn't invited, and that included weather.
Annabeth nodded, but her brow furrowed and she tilted her head to one side, listening. "Hey… what's that noise?"
"Huh?" I asked, straining my ears to listen. In the distance, I could hear the sound of tires screaming and an engine roaring. "Sounds like a car…"
"Grover!" Annabeth said, dragging me to my feet and pulling me out towards Half-Blood Hill, where the road passed close to the magic borders of the camp.
It only took Annabeth and me around five minutes to run up the hill, scanning the road.
"I don't see anything…" Annabeth said, squinting her eyes to see down the road. As we passed the borders of camp, rain had begun to fall. Thunder boomed overhead, and my clothes were quickly soaked.
"There!" I said, pointing down the road. A red Camero was tearing down the road towards us. There was two slight problems, though…
The Camp didn't have a red Camero. Also, the Camero had just driven straight off the road and into a ditch.
Annabeth gasped, and a fire started to burn in my heart. For some reason, I knew I had to help whoever was in that car. "Come on! They need help!"
"No!" Annabeth screamed, pointing past the wreck. A huge, dark figure was lurching towards the car. I saw people struggling inside the car, attempting to escape.
I growled, looking around wildly. Suddenly, a flash of metal down in Camp caught my attention. Whenever Chiron went into the mortal world, he went as a human in a wheelchair. The wheelchair was always brightly polished and clean.
The flash of metal was Chiron's wheelchair.
I grabbed Annabeth's shoulder. "Go get Chiron!"
She looked at me as if I was nuts. "He's not here!" She said miserably. I pointed down into the valley below.
"He's right there! Go get him now, I'll help those people!" I yelled over the wind and rain. Annabeth nodded and ran off down the hill again, towards Chiron while I turned to look at the wreck again. The people had gotten to Thalia's tree, the one that made the magic borders around the camp so strong, and two of them seemed to be having an argument. A boy that looked around my age and a woman who I guessed was his mother. There was a body lying on the ground between them. I started towards them, but suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the ground right in front of me, knocking me backwards. I glared at the sky, but the message was clear: You cannot help.
I watched helplessly as the people began to harass the monster. Another bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, and I realized what they were fighting.
The Minotaur.
I growled in frustration as the pair dodged the Minotaur's charges. I knew that they couldn't hold out like that forever.
I was right.
The woman tried to dodge again, but this time the Minotaur was prepared. He reached out and grabbed her neck and I watched in horror as she dissolved into a gold mist. I could hear the boy's scream of anguish as he watched as well. Suddenly, the boy seemed to be reinvigorated, and he roared as he jumped onto the Minotaur's back. It was almost too fast to follow. The boy tore off the Minotaur's horn, and stabbed him with it. The Minotaur exploded into dust and blew away on the wind. The boy dropped to the ground, and stopped moving.
I took a tentative step forward, but this time, the lightning did not stop me. I ran to the boy right as Chiron and Annabeth ran (Or in Chiron's case, rolled) up the hill. They quickly moved over next to me as I was checking the boy's pulse.
"He's alive." I declared, looking grimly at him, then glancing over at the body the boy and his mother had been standing over.
"Grover!" Annabeth cried, running over to him.
"Food!" Grover moaned.
"He's alive too." I muttered.
Chiron just looked at us all, as if he was choosing what flowers to place on our graves. "Come, children. We must bring them to the Big House."
"He's the one… He has to be." Annabeth said, looking at the boy.
I felt my jaw tighten of its own accord. "Yeah… He must be." I managed to mutter.
"Not now, child." Chiron said, glaring at Annabeth.
And that's how my crazy adventures started, with a boy in the rain, whose mother was missing. A boy who had just killed the Minotaur without any training whatsoever.
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