Yeah, I'm a Biker
I pulled on my thick, fingerless, black leather gloves, and revved my engine. Doing this stunt would be so easy compared to the other stunts I had done. I rushed at the tree, full speed. About 75 miles per hour. As fast as I could I hopped up the branches of the trees. Once I was at the top I looked down below seeing a full view of the landscape past the hill. Then I rode down the tree, the raw smell of burning rubber filling my nose. A boy stood at the base of the hill. He was scrawny, wore all black and seemed completely shocked. I created an arc around him, bringing up a cloud of dirt and tearing up the grass. Pulling off my helmet I shook out my long hair laughing a I-am-so-much-better-than-you laugh. I put one hand on his shoulder and he flinched.
"Ease up, kid. I'm not that scary.." He got one good look at me. My 5'9" character. My black hair that came down to my waist. The sea green eyes that I could freeze someone with. No wonder he was intimidated. I looked totally intimidating next to his tiny doll-like body and calm caricature. And the leather jacket and knee-high combat boots didn't help much.
I smirked. "So, what is this place? It looks like a summer camp for children." I looked one more time. Everything was painted bright colors. Except one cabin. That one was all black. I liked it.
The kid mumbled. "I'd better let the director tell you that." We walked across the camp- that's what I was guessing it was- to a man. Or should I say centaur.
"Why didn't you tell me your director was a Centaur? What kind of place is this? Mythology camp? I don't even know how I ended up here. I'm not even interested in mythology."
The centaur dude looked at me. "Well, you will be once we're done with you. Everyone at this camp is somehow related to Greek Mythology. Demigods, Satyrs, Monsters. And you are also a demigod. Because you can cross the magical borders, and Leroy didn't eat you alive."
"Aren't you the sunshiny type," I grumbled. "And for you information, I am not a demi- whatever. I'm just a plain old orphan motorcyclist who is internet famous. Deal with it."
"But you are a demigod. It's the truth. Face the facts. That's who you are. One of your parents is a Greek god."
I was pissted off. "Centaur dude, whatever. The Greek gods aren't even real. are you some sort of delusional person? What's your issue?"
The world exploded into a corona of blue light around me. The tendrils of light made the shadows a swimming pool in the summer makes, except the purest blue I have ever seen. It was like the ocean. And I hated it. Everything was showered in the calming blue light. It reminded me of my father. People claim they have no memory before they turned three, but I remember everything. This was making me really upset. If It didn't stop soon I was gonna burn. Literally.
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