Walt and I had thought today was weird because of the flying horse and faun. Wow, that was average compared to the Greek warrior.
The footed demons had all been defeated, but the winged monsters had taken off again after the Pegasus. I could tell this stranger who'd fought the demons with us wanted to go after them badly. He'd asked that goat guy (are they called fauns?) to follow the demons for now. I had an idea of why he, and by the looks of things his girlfriend, were staying. The same reason I was. I knew the majority of magicians in North America and I'd never seen these two before. So who were they, because they defiantly were not just human. Maybe they weren't human at all. It's a common occurrence with me. Hi, I'm Carter Kane, Pharaoh over all magicians and leader of the 21st Nome (my magician training house) and this is the time when I met the Greek Demigod, son of Poseidon (Poseidon - god of oceans, earthquakes and equestrian life), Percy Jackson.
Now that we'd stopped fighting I could properly take him in. He stood tall, regal almost, but not in an obvious or even purposeful way. He looked like a post. No, a branch of driftwood. Standing high on a beach, part of a fort, letting the other branches lean against him, holding it all together. The couple wore orange shirts and clay, hippy bead necklaces, like you might find at summer camps. Actually, now that I was looking closer, I could actually read the word CAMP on his shirt, but the name had been slashed by a demon. A faint smell of the ocean, and blood, came on a breeze that ruffled his shaggy, charcoal hair. It was odd because we were miles away from any beach and he didn't look like he'd been swimming. He gave me a wary, emerald eyed look. "Thanks for trying to help me catch my pegasi. So," in a New York accent he asked, "what are you doing, going after my pegasi?"
So the horse I'd been following, after it was chased over my roof by those monsters and nearly kicked my sick Griffin's eye out was his. I remained silent, judging if it was better to answer his question or ask some of my own. The smile creases on his face looked out of place on his hard features at the moment. He sized me up and being about half a foot taller, maybe a year older, sixteen, seventeen, It wasn't hard for him to be intimidating. I tried to show my authority, say something cool and powerful like, I am Carter, Pharaoh over all magicians, you tell me what that Pegasus was doing on my roof now. Walt was too fast for me though and replied to the warrior first. Strangely, his voice had changed; he didn't sound like Walt, not even like Anubis the Egyptian funeral god sharing his body, who usually just acted like a teenager. No, he sounded like a proper Egyptian god, from millennia ago, ready to wreck vengeance and destruction on all who opposed him.
"Greek, leave now or you will suffer the wrath of Egypt."