His snake skin eyes gleamed with hate. His breath was heavy and uneven. I looked at him, slightly scared, slightly concerned, completely enthralled. His aura was glowing red and the symbol of Ares shined above his head. I looked back down at his feet, where the golden remains of the hellhound laid.
"Hey," I said awkwardly. "I know you must not trust me. I probably look like a crazy person, but I can help you." I turned to the top of the hill, pointing to my camp. "Come with me and I can explain everything."
The boy looked at me with such force and anger, I had to remind myself that he was just claimed by Ares and was still on an adrenaline high. His blonde hair was marred in several places by dried blood. He didn't say or do anything for a while, but fell in line with me after I turned my back on him.
I tried to suppress my knowing smile. "My name is Cassandra, daughter of Apollo, god of music, healing, and a bunch of other stuff."
"TJ... Son of Jennifer Jarrell, mother of me and my younger sister," he retorted curtly.
Oh joy, I thought. This ought to be fun.
So maybe I judged TJ a bit harshly when we first met. I gave props to him for being so calm as I explained how his life has changed. At first, I must have not been very clear, so Chiron told me it might be best if he saw the orientation film,
After that, he came to his sense. Or rather, his human response.
"The fuck is this?"
"This," I said, opening my arms to our surroundings, "is Camp Half-Blood. And you, are a demigod."