Kayla's p.o.v.-
I glanced nervously at the staring faces that surrounded me. What will they do to us? Well, they haven't hurt us, yet. Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity, the man in the wheelchair began to talk to us, saying that this was a safe place and that no one would hurt us (It was a little hard to understand because he kept whining).We walked on to the porch of a big blue house, there were 3 chairs surrounding a poker table where he invited us to sit.
"You have heard the stories of the greek gods?" He asked. What does that have to do with anything? I wondered dully but my mind was still on my mother's death. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Austin nod meekly. I remember when he stumbled into my room, I was doing my math homework. His voice was hoarse with grief and all he said was, "It's happening," but that had been enough. Together we had ran to her bedroom, I saw myself busting open the door only to see my mother struggling to breathe on her deathbed. Tears welled in my eyes as I remember telling her she would be all right and then near the end screaming that she was too young— 43— to die. Her last raspy words repeated in my head Camp half-blood, you'll be safe there. Chiron broke my trail of thoughts asking if I was all right. Sniffling, I said "Yes, You were saying that the myths are real and here you learn to fight all the ancient monsters." he nodded gravely, which looked odd with his runny nose.
"You must be properly trained to fight monsters," something about the way he said it made me think that the only "or else." was death.
"Why do we fight monsters? Why aren't we like all the other mortals?" Austin piped up.
"Because you are the children of the gods" I did a double take,
"What!" I screeched, my voice cracking. "Our dad is a… god?" I said only slightly quieter.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Your father is an olympian god who fancied your mother, had an affair, left her, and will soon claim you as his child," Chiron said. Suddenly, a pot-bellied man with a loud hawaiian shirt walked out of the mansion, barely glanced at us, waved his hand, and made a diet coke appear. Who's he? I wondered. As if He could read my mind Chiron said "That is the director of the camp, Dionysus."
I fainted.