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EvaShinobiKaiserKnight: I'll try to make them longer. Also, she suspected him to be a demigod because of his skills. Not many demigods have learned such skill and also there's the Mist.
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bmanbeast57: And him also being a Demon Hunter.
"It's not that far now." Silena said as she and George walked towards a hill that had a very large pine tree surpassing all the others around it. Silena had a sleeping Lacy in her arms, the poor girl exhausted from tonight's events, especially with knowing there's demons existing and are more dangerous than the Greek monsters, well in George's words that is.
Speaking of the Demon Hunter, he trailed behind while thinking of what's going to happen while he was at this place. Camp Half-Blood. One thing was for sure though...he was not wearing those orange shirts Silena said the campers have to wear. Orange cramps his style and he hates having his style cramped. Anyway, he had also called his dad to let him know where he was. Dante was alright with it but before he hung up, he said that he'd be busy doing a job in Fortuna, something about the Order of the Sword.
Oh well...
"I'm still not wearing the shirts. Orange cramps my style. Have to look badass while kicking ass." George said, looking at the sky that seemed to have violent weather these days. Sounds like someone was upset or just throwing a temper tantrum. Since Silena brought up the existence of Greek Gods, it obviously must be Zeus that's throwing a tantrum. Silena had also mentioned that something was apparently stolen from the Gods.
George didn't know what nor did he care, it wasn't his problem.
"What's with the pine tree anyway?" George asked as he looked at the very tall tree.
"That's where the perimeter of the camp is marked." Silena explained as Lacy woke up, rubbing her eyes. Silena puts her down and holds her left hand, and Lacy took George's left hand in her right. The demon hunter was surprised but held the little girl's hand, ignoring Silena's smile at the action.
"Aren't you lot worried about monsters attacking the camp?" George asked while keeping a sharp eye out for demons, his silver eyes scanning every woodland area around them. Demons always liked to pop up from nowhere to ambush their prey. Happened to him once when he was ten years old.
"There's a barrier around the camp keeping any dangers out along with mortals who aren't demigods and have no idea of our world." Silena said before looking at him curiously. "You're a really special case, you know that?"
George gave her a frown. "What do you mean?"
"No other demigod in camp has met a demon or hunts them." Silena said before a thought came to mind. "You might be a Clear-sighted mortal, someone who can see past the mist."
George smiled a little. "We'll just have to see when we get to this camp. Although, fair warning... I don't take crap from anyone. Anyone underestimates me, insults me, or thinks their superior to me...I'm kicking their ass."
"Language." Silena scolded while gesturing to Lacy, George only shook his head as they finally arrived at the entrance of the camp with a sign of the camp's name above.
"Camp Half-Blood... Kinda sounds racist when you think about it. That's like saying that guy's brown coloured." George muttered to himself as Silena entered with Lacy before looking at him. George took a breath before walking past the entrance with absolutely nothing stopping him.
"Definitely a demigod." Silena said.
"You never did tell me who your parent was." George said curiously.
Silena winked at him. "Aphrodite, Goddess of Love."
"Guess that explains why you are so beautiful." George said with a smirk as she blushed but giggled at his compliment.
"When will I find out about my parent?" Lacy asked, pulling on Silena's sleeve.
"When you are claimed, sweetie." Silena said with a smile at the little girl that had already gotten into Silena's heart and would protect her at all costs. "Sometimes the Gods are random with it...and it can even take a long time."
'Is that what you'll do, Mom? Wait into I'm worthy enough to be your son?' George said while internally scowling at hearing how a child could wait years to be finally acknowledged by their Olympian parent. Oh wait, it's Gods, they are known to be petty, cruel beings that only care about themselves and will use anything and anyone to be more superior.
"Either way... Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Silena said to the two newcomers. George looked around as they walked down a hill towards where buildings were. The first thing George saw was a large farmhouse,already this place was starting to look like summer camp than some training camp. What's he got himself into now? There was a volleyball area, and also stables for horses...that had wings. Huh, Pegasi also exist.
Walking deeper into the camp, they came upon a giant dining pavilion with Greek columns surrounding it. Despite the long distance, George's remarkable eyesight was able to catch the sight of a very large bonfire in the center of a bunch of tables with white tablecloths over each of them.
"That's the big house, where Mr. D and Chiron live." Silena said, holding Lacy's hand as she lead them towards the big house. "Mr. Did the camp director and Chiron is the activities coordinator. They run the camp and it was thanks to Chiron I was sent to find you, Lacy."
George ignored the casual chatter from the other campers as he followed Silena towards the porch of the building where two men were sitting, well one was sitting, the other was...a centaur.
"Chiron, Mr. D, I brought the girl back and also ran into another demigod while we were going through Central Park. Brought him with us." Silena called to the two men.
Chiron was a middle aged man wearing a tweed jacket, a bow strapped to his back, his lower body the colour of a White stallion. The other man was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black it was almost purple. He looked like those paintings of baby angels— what do you call them, hubbubs? No, cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he looked like someone Dante would shoot as soon as the guy insulted the Devil hunter.
George already had the same feeling.
"Ah, well done Silena on your first quest." The centaur, Chiron, said with a smile. "You really have grown since coming to camp three years ago."
Silena smiled at the praise but shook her head. "I can't take all the credit, Chiron. If it wasn't for George here, Lacy and I would be dead."
Chiron turned to the young demon hunter who had his arms crossed as he stared at the centaur. "What happened?" Chiron asked with concern.
"They were nearly killed by demons." George spoke up,drawing all eyes to him, even Mr. D's. "I hunt them for a living. If I hadn't been out tonight..." George stopped there and Chiron knew what he was meaning.
"Either way, thank you for saving them." Chiron smiled before looking at Silena. "You better go get yourself and the little one some rest after tonight. I'm sure you'll need it."
"All I want is a shower and some sleep." Silena said as she guided Lacy out but not before smiling at George. "Bye George, hope you stick around."
"Me too!" Lacy chirped, getting a smile from the demon hunter who nods and watched the two of them leave before turning to the two men with a serious face this time.
"I'll have you know. I'm only here until I find out who my parent is then I'm leaving. If I have to wait about a month, I'm out of here." George said with a rather blunt tone as he stared at the two men. Like hell was he going to stay at a camp for the rest of his life just because his mother was an Olympian. Frankly, he didn't know how to feel about his mother. She hasn't been in his life at all, his dad clearly still loves her but George didn't know what to think.
First he had to find out who she was though.
Chiron sighed. "That is something to discuss once you are claimed. Anyway, welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There's never been a demigod who hunts demons here before."
George shrugged. "What can I say? It's a fun yet dangerous life." He said casually like speaking of the weather. "So what is this place?"
"Do you know about the Olympians?" Chiron asked, getting a nod from the young demon hunter.
"Yeah, like Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, all that stuff." George said.
Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at George like he'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are powerful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason."
"I thought a God's ego would rocket if their named are mentioned, especially Zeus'." George said sarcastically as he and Mr. D stared each other down. "Besides, the gods are myths, stories to explain lightning, the sea, science stuff."
"Science!" Mr. D scoffed. "And tell me, boy," George stared at Mr. D, unflinching. "what will people think of your 'science' two thousand years from now?" Mr. D continued. "Hmm? They will call it primitive mumbo jumbo. That's what. Oh, I love mortals—they have absolutely no sense of perspective. They think they've come so-o-o far..."
"You say that like you've been around for a long time." George said, causing Mr. D to only look at him. The young demon hunter narrowed his eyes. "Unless you really have..."
George's attention went back to Chiron when the centaur spoke. "George, you may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?"
"Don't know, don't really care." George said, crossing his arms. "But...it sounds good and bad since people you love will die."
"True." Chiron nodded. "If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, George, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?"
"I'd tell you to fuck off and go smoke whatever shit that is somewhere else." The grandson of Sparda said coldly. Hey, it was his opinion. "Everyone can believe in what they want. As long as none of it gets involved with what I do, people can say whatever the hell they want."
"One with attitude. Probably Zeus'." Mr. D muttered, getting a cold look from the demon hunter as Mr. D waved his hand and his goblet filled up with with red wine.
"Neat trick, but I've seen better." George said with a very bored tone, but Chiron hardly looked up.
"Mr. D," he warned, "your restrictions."
Mr. D looked at the wine and feigned surprise. "Dear me." He looked at the sky and yelled, "Old habits! Sorry!"
Thunder was heard in the sky as response.
"Daddy issues?" George said with a smirk as Mr. D waved his hand again, and the wineglass changed into a fresh can of Diet Coke. He sighed unhappily, popped the top of the soda, and went back to his card game.
Chiron winked at George. "Mr. D offended his father a while back, took a fancy to a wood nymph who had been declared off-limits."
"Well, it's Zeus, is anyone really surprised when it comes to him and women?" George said,getting an offended rumble in the sky that George barely looked up at. "So, the God of Wine is stuck down here with us tiny mortals. Sucks to be you if you can't drink wine anymore."
"I know." Mr. D confessed. "Father loves to punish me. The first time, Prohibition. Ghastly! Absolutely horrid ten years! The second time—well, she really was pretty, and I couldn't stay away—the second time, he sent me here. Half-Blood Hill. Summer camp for brats like you. 'Be a better influence,' he told me. 'Work with youths rather than tearing them down.' Ha.' Absolutely unfair."
Mr. D sounded about six years old, like a pouting little kid. Then again, George has read that gods can be pretty childish when it comes to getting what they want, they even act like it at the slightest offence.
George snorted as he turned to leave before stopping and looked at the god. "Little warning for you and the rest of them up there. Don't expect me to give respect because of who you are. Respect is earned. Something you gods don't get through your thick skulls." With that, he left.
"Kid's got balls." Mr. D said, watching George leave.
Sorry if Grudge was a little rude but he did raise a few points though, right? The gods demand you give them respect rather than earn it. George has done his homework on it all thanks to his dad. So tell me what you all think.