Dark Side of the Moon Goddess Chapter 2, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

Chapter 2

The concrete road was cracked and full of potholes and small stones irritated Archie as they wormed their way in to his shoes. It was about midnight and every thing looked the same; the trees seemed to have twins and triplets and quadruplets; the hills were the same and seemed to have the same landscape. Everything was the same! Oh he was so lost. He carried on walking and found a large, grey rock.

"Archie...Archimedes...come here my darling" the voice was soft, cool and light like a leaf on the summer wind. Archie looked towards the brink of the woods to see a woman, who looked a lot like Clair - but instead of blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, the woman had black hair and silver eyes. " Archie, honey come here. I wouldn't ever hurt you."

Grudgingly Archie went and sat by the woman in grey skinny jeans, and a bow across her back."I cant keep you a secret now so... i guess i just have to let you go" With that the woman burst into tears. Archie was so confused, he had no clue to what was going on. "Just have this," she handed him a silver pen knife."Let the moon guide you.." Then she ran like she was hunting oblivion.

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Archie had kept wandering, in random directions hoping to come across any sign of civilization or humanity. He passed countless trees of oak and birch and ash: he wandered along little dirt trails twisting between rocks. The paths were uneven and there were nettles along the sides of them nipping at his ankles. He heard a daunting howl carry on the wind. Assessing the situation, Archie spotted a stick he could use for a weapon if he needed to fend of the wolf. He also spotted small indentations in the dirt, which he followed intently.

Archie poked his head up and smelt smoke, along with the succulent smell of venison on an open fire. He didn't think he could fight whoever was cooking and certainly didn't want to try and ask for a piece by the sounds cackling and laughter echoing through the forest. He tried to run but the world was spinning and he kept tripping over loose tree roots and minute pebbles.

"Let the moon guide you..." instinctively Archie looked up to the tiny silver slither of moon hanging in the sky, averting his attention from the laughter like a moth to a flame. The beauty of this one little slice was awe inducing perfection. Then he remembered to walk. But, that was towards the laughter "Oh, just suck it up and stop acting like a wimp!" he scolded himself. Puffing his chest up - which didn't hide the fact he was still scrawny as hell - he walked confidently (well as confidently as he could manage in a state of sleep deprivation and lack of food).

However with every traipse, the daunting laughter became louder his stomach began to tingle and feel uncomfortable like his last meal would like to worm its way out of his stomach. He thought back to the meeting with the odd grey woman, then remembered the pen knife. He patted himself on the thighs looking for the oblong shaped lump in his jean pocket but couldn't find it. He checked his jumper pocket, nothing. Archie started to panic, what if he couldn't find the pen knife. Now frantically searching himself his hand brushed a lump in his back pocket. He let out a satisfied sigh. He slid the shiny penknife out of his back pocket and opened it. On one half there was a knife blade and on the other there was a round cylinder."What the hell is that thing?" Archie yelled "How is that supposed to protect me?!"
"I'll just stick with the knife" he mumbled flipping the blade out. He clamped the two halves together and the metal started to glow, faintly at first but then it had a bright blue sheen of light. The metal changed shape from three inches to around a foot long, and as the blue light faded a large throwing knife emerged. On its hilt was a crescent moon with a deep blue stone nestle in the crook and its length was bandaged in supple leather.

Along the blade were symbols markings that Archie thought he recognized, but couldn't because he had never seen these symbols before. He started to concentrate and one by one the symbols blurred and translated to English. Spirit. That was the name of the knife. Gripping the soft leather handle he stalked towards the laughter with a new found confidence.

From the cover of the bushes he could see the two boys sat at the base of the two log pillars. They both wore orange tee-shirts that had jagged initials: CBH.

"Did you see her face?" one exclaimed.
"Oh gods her face, and when she found out they were fake!" said the other. Then suddenly they burst out laughing.
"They don't look so bad," thought Archie " Maybe if i ask where I am they will help me." His knife transformed to the pen-knife and he slipped it into his back pocket.
"Hi, excuse me?" said Archie, walking out of the bushes and startling the twins "Do you mind telling me where I am? You see-"
"Can you read that sign?" said the one on the right pointedly.
"Camp Half-Blood, how rude! We are not in the Nazi era." replied Archie being half dragged half enticed him past the pillars.
"Connor, we've found one!" said one pushing Archie forwards.
"Right you are Travis! Won't Chiron be happy!" said the twin who's name was apparently Connor.

After a long walk past some volley ball courts they arrived at a giant house that looked like it belonged in a horror movie and was haunted. As they walked up the steps, the rough wood creaked and groaned under the apparent stress of weight. Instead of knocking the twins, Connor and Travis walked in followed by a hesitant Archie.
"Chiron!" yelled Connor.
"We've got someone for you to meet!" finished Travis.

After a couple of seconds a middle aged man whizzed around the corner on a wheel chair. He had a short beard and long hair. His eyes were kindly and he had few wrinkles on his face. "Who may you be?"
"Archie Wellen, s-s-sir." Archie replied
"Is that your full name, young man?" said the man in the wheelchair.
"No sir, my full name is... Archimedes." mumbled Archie slightly embarrassed by it.
"Connor, Travis thank you. You may go." The pair niggled at each other as they walked through the door and down the steps.
"Archie follow me please" said the man who spun and whizzed away leading Archie through a living room with a pool table in the center and into an office of sorts.

"Do you know what you are?Oh and by the way I am Chiron"
"No sir, am I meant to?"
"No my dear boy - I shall explain. Long ago, thousands of years in fact there was an ancient civilization - the Ancient Greeks. Now, the Greeks had many gods and goddesses and they often had children with other gods or goddesses, but when they had children with mortals. Their offspring were half mortal and half god. Not Godly enough to live in Olympus, but not safe in the mortal world. This is where these demigods go. Camp Half-Blood. Because you're here that means you are a demigod. Your parentage is unclear however. How old are you and when is your birthday?"
"I am twelve sir and birthday just happens to be tomorrow." Archie said in a feeble voice.
"So we shall find out your parentage tomorrow, it seems. Its almost time for capture the flag, are you in possession of any weapons? Chiron asked.
"Well... I met this strange lady in the woods who gave me this pen knife - well sort of pen knife, just when you unfold it, this may sound crazy but, when you unfold it it transforms into this kind of knife, its a throwing knife I think."
"Aha not mad at all! But do you mind showing me this knife of yours" Instinctively Archie dipped his hand into his back pocket and curled it around the metal oblong shape and pulled it out. He unfolded the two halves and flicked the knife blade out. He closed the two halves again and watched the knife transform and bathe in its blue light. When the lights receded there was a still some silver light, not from the blade but from somewhere above. Archie looked up to see a symbol that looked like the crescent moon on Spirit.
"No need to wait till tomorrow, you have just been claimed. But by an impossible parent."