Chapter 2.
Nine's POV.
I'm in the training room practicing with a sword. "Why would I need to use a sword if I have a gun?" I ask Johnny when he enters the room. He was the one who advised me to learn.
"Because Nine," he begins, throwing his gym bag on the floor along with his hoodie. "You can run out of bullets, whereas a sword doesn't need ammo. And it is more deadly than a knife." He argues. I lean on the sword with the tip on the bottom. Then I fall.
"This sword is stupid." I pick myself up. The sword has bent from my weight. "It's useless."
"Do you want to see who can destroy a punching bag the fastest?" I offer.
"No. Here's another sword. Look up some videos online we can learn from."
I go on YouTube but I can't find many good ones that catch my interest. I come across this video of a boy with hair even darker than mine accompanied by a girl with curly blonde hair. The video is of them fighting chickens with a pen and a sword but they look so serious I have to laugh. The camera is shaky and someone in the background asks what they're doing. John looks over my shoulder to look at my laptop.
"Oh my god." I says.
"I know right, it's hilarious." I laugh.
"Nine, are you seeing some thing else here? That beast looks like a Piken."
"What? Are you scared of chickens now?" I mock him.
He studies the two humans. "I recognise that boy." He says. Then he goes onto google and searches Percy Jackson and Missing with a date from five years ago. Articles of a missing mother and son pop up and John goes onto a YouTube video by a news channel. A younger version of the boy from the video is on the screen with a younger version of the curly haired girl. The girl looks like she could snap anyone's neck and she has extremely grey eyes. For some reason, she reminds me of Six. She sits tall and shakes her hair put of her face. "Henri was certain that he was one of us, and he's the right age too." Four says.
"What's camp half blood?" I ask, as both kids are wearing bright orange tees with those words written on them, in strange font. The same tops they were wearing in the other video.
I google camp half blood but nothing comes up. John is on his phone. "Half blood, noun
the relationship between people having one parent in common." He reads out.
"That can't be it." I shake my head.
"Hang on. The child of a god and a mortal. Other terms: Demi god and Hero. Like Hercules." He says. "Don't those kids look, you know, different." I ask.
"Well, what they were fighting looked more deadly than any beast I've ever seen. Let me show you what I saw."
Like a text message, I see what John sent me telepathically. "Jesus fuck!" I gasp. It's gruesome and I think of mogs to distract me.
"I know right. I don't know why you saw chickens, but let me tell you, those are some pretty strange humans."
"Anyways, fun time over. Pick up your sword, I've found a video." He types into the search bar and we follow along the video.
