Hi! Here's a fanfic. I'm taking a break from my other story because I havn't gotten ANY inspiration which makes me sad. I hope you enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: I'M BORN LAZY!
Aw, shit.
Yep, that's the first thing I think of when I wake up in a bed, a headache nearly killing my poor brain. I look around me. Nobody there. Memories from last night come back to me. I can vaguely remember the shape of a huge dragon or maybe dragons and the smell of blood. I look down at my shirt and try hard not to lose my lunch. It's covered in stale blood and reeks.
"Oh good, you're awake now. I'm sorry I had to leave, but I had to help a friend." A girl says, walking in quickly. She has brown hair attached in a ponytail and eyes the colour of gold. "I'm Courtney, daughter of Hecate." She says, smiling like what she had just said was perfectly normal.
"Um, sorry… what?" I immediately regret my words. Really, Kat, first day and you can't even be polite? I think. "Oh, sorry. I'm Katerina Jo Carlson." I say, probably blushing like mad.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have told you something like that so … soon." Okay, now, I'm puzzled.
"Something like what? Where exactly am I? What's going on?" So many question and no answers. My headache is killing me and my hands are tingling. I felt this sensation before, but where? When? Arrrrgggghhhh! I hate not knowing what's going on. It makes me feel vulnerable.
"You deserve a proper explanation. Come with me" she says. We walk out of a little, more like medium-sized, cabin. The warm air immediately hits me and I smile, feeling the breeze playing with my blond hair.
We walk for a while. Kids about my age, some older, are chatting and they are all carrying weapons and orange T-shirts saying "Camp Half-blood". Did I land in mental institute, or what? I mean, seriously, I can't even read! We pass a few buildings, or cabins I should say. They are all completely different and decorated in very original ways. Forgetting all about the circumstances, I smile. This place is amazing. There are so many colors everywhere and the style of the painting is completely different for each one. One isn't painted, but is made of cement and has seashells stuck to the walls. And another one painted dark blue with diamonds "sprinkled" on the wall. I must have my mouth dangling open, because a laugh snaps me back to reality. Courtney is clutching her stomach and laughing so hard she's gasping for air. My CPR instincts take over and I rush over to her side.
"Are you all right?" my voice is frantic which only makes her laugh harder. I've always been the best at making a fool of myself. I think, mentally face-palming myself.
"Man, you should have seen your face, it was priceless!" she finally says, still laughing.
"Okay, I get it. I looked like a monkey. Don't rub it in!"
"Sorry," she's still laughing lightly, though. "Let's go see Chiron." And we head for a big house.
"Wait a second. You mean the Chiron from the myths, trainer of all great heroes?" Hey, I might be blond, but that doesn't mean I don't know the concept of "common knowledge".
"Yeah, he's our camp director." Don't worry, it's- just-a-dream. I think to myself, but still… No! Snap out of it! You are in a dream! Comprende?
Courtney knocks on the door and we walk in. At a table sits a middle-aged man, sitting in a wheel-chair, and a slightly older man, who obviously enjoys drinking. His brown curly hair is mess and his eyes are blood-shot.
"Oh goody, another brat to take care of." He says without looking up from his card game. How rude!
"Now, Mr. D, I'm sure Katerina won't cause any trouble." The other man says.
"No, she only nearly blinded Argus!" he snaps. What did I do now?
His voice is so soothing, I want to curl into a ball and take a trip to Dreamland. "Now dear, I'm sure you are very confused." Hell yeah, I am! "Let me explain. Humans believe that myths were only created to explain science in Ancient Times, when knowledge and technology weren't good enough. But those myths really did happen and the gods live today. These gods sometimes go down to Earth and have, herm, relationships with humans. And then demigods are born, also known as half-bloods. What I mean, is that you are one of them." His brown eyes are looking at me, full of concern, as if trying to read my thoughts. All I can say is:
"Yep, definitely dreaming."
Then the most extraordinary thing happens: the so-called Chiron straightens and gets out of his chair. My eyes nearly pop out when I see that he doesn't have legs, but the ass of a horse!
"Do you believe me now?"
I meant for it get out as "Okay, now I do." But it came out more like:
"Uhggmniesido." Great, now, I'm speaking like a two-year old. Life is just wonderful.
"Wonderful. Well, now that everything is clear. Perhaps Courtney can take you to the Hermes cabin, until you get claimed." He says a smile creeping on his lips.
Courtney pulls me out, in case I might say another very smart thing.
"Well, that went well. At least Mr. D didn't incinerate you or drive you completely mad." She says cheerily. But honestly all I can think of is what just happened .
"Can somebody please explain to me what happened?" I ask. "All I remember is being chased by some creature and everything going blank!" my voice is hysterical, but come on, I just learned that half-horse people, in fact, exist and I'm the daughter of some godly weirdo!
"Calm down, Joey. You'll be staying in the Hermes cabin until you get claimed, which means that your godly parent will prove to all of us that you are in fact his or her daughter" she says, grabbing my shoulders.
"His." I reply, my tone blank. "I live with my mother." My mother is a singer. She sang in bars when she was younger, but now is a music teacher in a professional music school.
"Okay, his. It rules out a few possibilities." She says, looking at me as if trying to decipher a really complicated message.
"Here we are!" We finally arrive at some old shack. The paint is peeling off and I can feel the pit in my stomach growing bigger and bigger. Out of all the beautiful cabins, I just have to end up in the worst one.
"Judging by the look on your face, I can tell that you aren't exactly thrilled to move in. Don't worry it's only temporary, you'll probably get claimed within a week" it looks like she done this before. I'm about to ask her who she thinks my godly parent is when some girls wearing heels so high, it's a wonder they aren't falling, come to me.
"Hey hon, looks like your savior-or should I say, boyfriend-finally woke up after being knocked out for five days. Do you want to visit him, I'm sure you'll go perfectly well with the nerd." She says making kissing noises while, what appears to be her goons, are swooning. Courtney's eyes glow and the girl is levitated from the ground, but shrieks aren't helping my still-pounding head-ache.
"Drew, do you need a little help getting back to your cabin or can you shut up and walk away like nothing happened?" as soon as she says it, Drew's eyes nearly pop out of her face. Oooohh this is gonna be good. Courtney's eyes slowly dim and she "drops" the girl, who lands on heels which not so surprisingly snap.
"I'll get you for that!" she shrieks "those cost me a fortune!"
"But nothing your dear parents can't afford, right?" and without waiting for an answer, she drags me inside the terrible-looking cabin.
A good-looking guy comes up to me, his curly brown hair bouncing everywhere
"Hey! The famous light-hero!" he says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The name's Stoll, Connor Stoll." He says imitating James Bond. I definitely like this guy. But I still wonder what he meant by "famous light-hero".
"Give her a break, Connor, she was already attacked by Drew and her loyal servants."
"Ooohh, was there a catfight?" he asked arching his eyebrows.
"No, I just gave them a taste of their own medicine." She says, smiling proudly. Then she turns to me and says:
"I'll leave you, okay? Connor can answer all your questions." She says stepping out the door. "Connor, try not to traumatize her too much, please?" and with that she leaves me along with my questions. Curiosity controls me:
"What do you mean by "famous light-hero"?" he looks at me with huge eyes and says:
"You seriously don't remember?"
"Nope, otherwise I wouldn't be asking you."
"Okay, sit down. It's time for a bed-time story." He says, pushing me towards a bunk bed. "We heard screams from the forest, so a lot of us ran to those screams and we saw you fighting a hydra with what looked like a stick, I think. You had first-degree acid burns and we knew you wouldn't make it unless we got you out of there now, that's when Carl, a son of Nyx and a camp-nerd, ran in front of you and tried to blind the beast with darkness, but he got tossed to the side. The Hydra was about to charge when your whole body, especially your hands, started shining and the thing exploded into a pile of dust. Our security guard, Argus, and a few other campers, including the Nyx kid, had to go to the infirmary for a few days in order to recover. Don't worry, none of them got blinded.
I'm staring down at my hands and wondering how could a first-class loser end up killing a monster and nearly blind several people, I can only see one answer: I am a monster.