the half-blood chronicles

by scyrus42

a man who lived alone, a girl he saved, and a tyrant who wants all half bloods dead. secrets will be kept, stories will be told, and face will be owned! telling anyone who did not see the cateegory, this is NOT percy jackson fic. this is my first fic so review with help.

2. scyrus' hspitality

Hello, it's me! Sorry for not uploading but I was waiting for advice in the reviews so anyway Geronimo!

The Half-Blood Chronicles chapter 2: the hospitality of Scyrus

Natalies P.O.V

When I came to, I saw the man I had ran into holding a stone above my leg with pink energy flowing from the stone into my leg. "wh… who are you" I asked, fearing what the soldiers had told him while I was out. He glanced at me with a hint of a smile on his mouth "the name's Scyrus, and before you ask I am healing your sprained leg" he said before he went back to working on my leg.

Scyrus' P.O.V

when I was finished healing the woman's leg, I helped her up "well, now that that's done, you should get back to wherever you live." I then turned on my heels and began walking back until I glanced at her, still standing there, with the face of someone who had been turned away so many times she had gotten used to it. I sighed " you don't have a home, do you?" I asked still glancing over my shoulder "if you want…you could stay with me." Her face lit up at my statement and she ran over next to me "what happened to the soldiers?" she asked me, I glanced backward at the pile of ash behind me and just kept walking.

Natalies P.O.V

We were walking through the forest for some time until we came across a small house. When we got inside it felt almost claustrophobic with the lack of space "this is your house?" I asked glaring at him but he just had a smart alec grin plastered on his face. "wait for it" he said as he raised his left hand, snapped his fingers and stuff started happening. The wood floor under us started shifting down the grinding of iron was dominant in Our ears, we kept going for a few minutes until the platform hit the bottom of the shaft.

Scyrus' P.O.V

The door in front of us opened and for the millionth time I saw the dark corridor lined in marble. I stepped into the hall and the lights came on illuminating the pure white walls and floor along with the doors into the other rooms. The woman timidly followed me, bewildered at the hall itself as I walked to the other end of the hall to a balcony looking over a massive dark area. She stood next to me looking over the balcony, I simply cupped my hands to my mouth and yelled "LIGHTS" and the massive arrays of lights on the ceiling blared to life illuminating the enormous cavern filled with wires and machines and large vats of molten metal "home, sweet home