Chapter 1: Gone With the Mist
AN: I hate when people self insert themselves or add random OCs to the already existing stories so there will be none of that! Occasional but rare cameos from the seven and company. Post Giant War and canon compliant. Just read it. I promise you'll like it! I only own my characters and plot. Everything else is not mine!
Silence echoed through the dining pavilion, every pair of demigod eyes were laser focused on Chiron. Their faces showed a mixture of shock, fear, and anger.
You'd think that after all we had done for the world it would be more forgiving. But no, we were demigods and the world had it out for us. It had been like that for our entire lives. It wasn't fair, but we were used to it by now. This, however, was crossing the line.
"What do you mean the Mist is failing?" I, and everyone present, twisted around to look at the Ares table. A guy, about my age at sixteen, stood facing Chiron. He had dark brown hair, and stood tall, back straight. He had the air of a leader, strong and in charge. And he was pissed.
"I mean what I said, Matthew." Chiron let out a long sigh, and suddenly we could all see how tired he looked. "After two large wars and countless battles, the Mist has, how to put it, been stretched too thin. Already holes have appeared and mortals are seeing what has been hidden from them for thousands of years. There is nothing we can do."
Now it was one of my brothers from the Apollo cabin, Kimble, to angrily stand up. "So the gods are just going to remove it completely?!" He asked incredulously. "Wouldn't that cause more mass panic among the mortals? What about the camp? The Mortals will know where it is! How is this a good idea?" I felt myself nodding amongst the others. It did seem this plan of action would cause more problems than we already had.
"That is not necessarily true," Chiron countered. "If the Mist was to continue without reprieve, the holes would only grow bigger to try to compensate for our actions until it shattered completely. And the gods aren't removing the Mist completely. It will remain protecting places like the gods' domains and, yes, Camp Halfblood. With the Mist removed from most of the Earth, it will be given time to recover and recuperate. That being said, any manipulation of the Mist is banned until further notice." That seemed to put to rest most of the campers worries, though the children of Hecate seemed a bit grumpy about the ban on the Mist. It only made sense considering one of their greatest battle abilities was using the Mist to confuse their enemies. There was still something bugging me though.
"What about the Mortals?" I stood and raised my voice so everyone could hear me clearly. "It will still cause panic. Surely the gods have a plan to deal with that." I crossed my fingers and prayed. It wouldn't be out of character for them to make a mess and then leave us to deal with it. As some would say, it was our 'purpose' to clean up after the gods. Several others seemed to be thinking along the same lines I was. Several children of Athena were holding hushed conversations of what I could only guess was planning damage control and how we would survive this.
"I'm glad you asked, Lyra. That is where it will get tricky." We all snorted at the understatement. I think I even heard a few chuckles despite the current situation we were in. "Governments will be contacted and informed of the situation. Meanwhile, the advertising team for Hephaestus tv is creating a PSA of sorts that will hopefully calm the mortals when they see that they are not in peril." It's true. Mist or no Mist, most monsters don't go after mortals. Their eyes will just be opened for the first time. In fact, now that they will be able to see the monsters coming, there will be even less mortal fatalities since they will see them for what they truly are.
Now it was a son of Athena who spoke up. Malcolm. With Annabeth at school in New Rome, he had been promoted to head counselor of the Athena cabin. "How much time before this is all put into motion?"
"The Mist will be completely removed Saturday at dawn. Prepare accordingly. Now I must inform the legacies who are still unaware of the upcoming changes." With that Chiron trotted back towards the Big House, leaving us to finish our meals which suddenly didn't seem quite as appetizing. Saturday was only three days away. Three days and our entire world will change. People will know we exist. Whether or not that was a good thing, I had no idea. It almost made me wish for another war instead. Almost.