The forgotten half-blood

Zolio here. This is my first attempt at a fan fiction and I am still trying to craft the characters and make everything just right. Enjoy

If you are looking for a story about one of those important half-bloods like my ever famous distant cousin Percy Jackson, You've heard of him right? Well this is not the story for you, I've never been considered important and sometimes I doubt even think my Olympic parent is important. Regardless, this is my story:

Chiron's POV

I was walking through the near empty camp. It gets pretty lonely around here without all the heroes we train during the summer: no classes to teach and no one to talk to really. Moreover, the few kids who usually stay year round were off on a quest, leaving the camp with literally less than 5 people in it.

I decided to go for a run and then practice my archery. I really avoided the Big House these days, because Mr. D. was in a worse mood than usual because he can't play pinochle with less than four players. All of the satires were off trying to defend the last of the wild places or at schools searching for the next generation of half-bloods.

Dashing across the camp and along the sea felt great on my usually cramped-in-a-wheel-chair-legs. During my long run it started drizzling, which was odd considering we have our magical borders. I thought it was strange, but nothing extraordinary. I wish I had realized how significant that was back then.

At the archery range I was just about to line up my target when I heard Mr. D's voice ring through the air. It made me miss the target, which was probably my first miss in a century.

"Chiron, another one of those disgusting things wound up at the big house. Come and take care of it before I do."

I immediately started off towards the big house. The disgusting thing Mr. D. was complaining about was invariably a half-blood. Sure he was supposed to look after them and train them, but he was more likely to vaporize them or turn them into a plant.

The arrival of a new half blood was not anything new, but one thing was very weird: I hadn't been contacted by a satyr of anew prospect. When I reached the Big house I saw him.

Standing right in front of the big house was a boy. He probably seven or eight with shaggy brown hair. He was skinny and generally unremarkable, but his eyes were an intense black. They were so dark you could barely tell where his pupils ended and his eyes began.

I trotted over towards him and greeted him kindly, "Welcome my boy"

Surprisingly he did not say you're a horse or anything like it. He simply met my gaze and polite responded, "Thank you sir"

"Do you know why you are here or even where here is …Oh my I have forgotten to ask your name, I am Chiron"

"You can call me Kal"

"Nice to make your acquaintance, but back to my original question…"

"I do not know where I am or why I am here, only that it feels right."

"Hmm I have a lot to explain, well at least its not busy around here. You remember the myths pertaining to the Greek gods….", I began.

Several hours later I had taught young Kal about everything from half-bloods to monsters. Through out my entire speech he never winced or even acted surprise, he simply nodded. His dark eyes concentrated so hard on me, I had trouble not loosing my cool. Despite his incredible nerve, I sensed nothing special about him and I got the feeling he was most likely the son of a minor god or goddess.

"Well that explains nearly everything about us here at camp half-blood, but what about you? How did you get here? Tell me about yourself Kal."

"I got here like everyone else, I walked. I have no place to really call home anymore and I am not really sure if I found this place or if it found me."

It seemed to me that Kal didn't want to offer anything about himself so I let it go. I changed the subject saying, "We have to get you to your cabin its nearly lights out."

I took Kal to the Hermes cabin, which was nearly empty with only three other campers already asleep with in. "You will need your sleep, we start your training tomorrow," I warned him.

The closest thing I had yet to see on his face to a smile formed and with a dark twinkle in his eye he honestly said, "I look forward to it."

Please R and R, I need the feed back so I can get better and I am interested in what you think of it so far.