Thomas Henry had never been the quickest thinking guy in his school or the best looking or even the most academically or athletically talented. He was just Thomas Henry, the normal kid, nothing overly exciting ever happened to him except for that one time all of Manhattan fell asleep except for him, that had just been creepy.

So when he was approached by a cranky goat dude he got a little freaked out. Which, looking back…WAS TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE thank you very much.

Actually, to be honest, he hadn't even known his cranky bus companion was different until he had started quietly telling Thomas that they had to get off the bus at the next stop for his own safety.

He told him about a camp for kids who were different than others that his father had already agreed to let him come. He had been leading him off the bus a little too roughly when Thomas fell, sunglasses going flying and on his knees in the isle of the bus.

"Great, just what I needed." He muttered as he tried to get up and found a hand reaching down to help him up.

"Thanks, do you see my glasses?" He heard a sigh of annoyance before his sunglasses were handed to him.

See, he was just your average Thomas Henry, blind guy extraordinaire.

Who was internally freaking out. During his fumbling to get up he had accidently touched the guy's leg and jeans or no jeans, legs just weren't shaped that way. Knees just didn't work like that.

When they got off the bus he sighed in relief along with his partner though he couldn't claim to not be uber confused when the guy muttered something about, "Good, looks like you weren't important enough for them to attack."

"Ok so I go off the bus, what now? Where are we anyways?" He pretended to look around but was quite aware that he indeed could only see nothing.

There was a weird huffing noise from the guy, "We're almost at the camp, and so that's what's next."

Thomas nodded, frowning. Ok, now time to get rid of his pride. "Ok so how far and through what? Because I REALLY don't feel like going through any woods right now…"

There was silence, "Are you blind or just that lazy? I mean vie only been assigned as your Guardian for a week so I haven't really figured it out yet but you're always wearing those stupid glasses and you hardly ever look anywhere and people are always doing whatever you ask them to. So, are you blind or lazy that you can't even be bothered to look to your left and see the hill?"

Thomas smiled, "I'm blind actually, yeah. Good guess." Thomas frowned, "Wait, I thought that was what this camp was all about, dad is always sending me places to get better acquainted with not seeing and you said for people like me so… what we are going to again?"

"Camp Half-blood." The guy's voice was quieter, guilty sounding now.

Thomas smiled in confusion, "Is this one of those times when I'm just supposed to magically know what you're talking about?"

"It'll be explained to you when we get there. Come on." He felt a guiding hand on his arm as he was led up the hill, much slower than before thankfully.

He heard people rushing up to them, "Whellynn! Is he hurt? What's going on?"

He listened as Grumpy (Whellynn) explained to the pretty sounding girl and whoever else had rushed over that Thomas was, in fact blind. Whoops.

He offered a little smile to the people he assumed were in front of them.

Sure enough, he was taken to a big house and explained everything by some guy they all reverently called Chiron, a name that sounded woefully familiar to Thomas. They weren't exactly the quietest people as they explained, rushing to explain, adding things in that they deemed important that someone had left out.

His focus cleared and he suddenly remembered that Chiron was a centaur who had taught heroes in Greek mythology and as they were explaining he stepped in, "So let me get this straight, I've been abducted to a Greek camp taught by a centaur and other heroes of Greek mythology like the gods and all that business, so I'm guessing I have something to do with them… you said camp half-bloods so… Half-bloods. Am I a half-god?"

There was silence and his focus began to dim.

"Well… Yeah."

Thomas nodded slowly, "Great, can I go home now?"

"Wha- what?"

Thomas stood, "Well clearly this camp is full of psychopaths. I can hear metal on metal, fighting, Greek and… things in the woods to the north." There was a distant explosion, which he pointed to, "And that. I'm sorry, as much fun as I'm sure it would be to hang out here, I really don't think that this is the best place for a blind guy."

He started wondering away from them all before turning back, "If someone could either take me back home or at least give me directions, that'd be great by the way."

Grump sighed and was about to speak when the pretty voiced girl butted in, "You can't leave until you can figure out how to get out on your own."

Thomas scowled, "Seriously? I think that really does border on kidnapping now."

She sighed, "Look, it's for your own protection, I swear."

He sighed, "Yeah whatever, it's not like I can just up and walk away now huh?"

She laughed quietly, "No, not really."

Sometimes he really hated being blind.