003: I don't trust him.
1136: Kay. I don't trust you. What's so evil about 45x?
003: You don't know the first thing about evil! I've seen evil. It comes with being a REAL hero. And author. Which reminds me…
The car rolled end over end, finally skidding–upside down–to a halt on the side of the road. My head was spinning and I could taste blood in my mouth. Uncle Grover was slumped against the steering wheel, making the horn go off nonstop.
I unbuckled my seat belt and crawled over to unbuckled Grover's. I tried opening one of the doors, but they had been jammed in the crash. Summoning my strength, I kicked out one of the windows and dragged my satyr uncle out of the car. That's when the car exploded in a green ball of flame.
I was blown back by the blast along with Grover, smacking into a rock. I managed to stand up, and wouldn't you know it? A twisted scary snake woman, with two snake tails instead of legs, was slithering toward me and my unconscious goat man uncle.
I admit, at first the only thing going through my head was: I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie! But then I remembered my necklace. I spun my necklace, turning into its black sword form. The snake woman dodged my first strike, but I dodged hers. I jumped back, putting as much distance between me and her as possible. Grover woke up.
"Look out!" he shouted.
The snake lady hissed and hurled her spear. My instincts took over, and I batted the spear out of the air before hurling my sword forward. As the sword flew forward, a black lightning bolt streaked down from the sky, connecting with the sword just as the blade hit Miss Snake.
The snake woman turned to dust, and I staggered over to pick up my necklace from the ground. I didn't put it back on, just gripped it in my hands as Grover picked me up and carried me up the hill. At the top of the hill was a huge pine tree that somehow comforted me. From the top of the hill, I looked out over a valley with cabins, a big central house, a climbing wall, a lake, a circular arena, and all kinds of other stuff. That was the last thing I saw before fainting.
I woke up to Uncle Grover spoon feeding me some sort of pudding. When he saw that I had woken up, he smiled and put the pudding down.
"Glad to see you're still with us Sleeping Beauty," Grover greeted. "Gotta say, I haven't screwed up like that in a while. In fact, this reminds me a lot of the day Percy got to Camp Half-Blood. You'd think the Fates would save something like this for Jacob."
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Camp Half-Blood," Grover told me. "The Big House to be exact."
"You mean that big four story house I saw before I passed out?" I asked. "Whoever made this camp really had no imagination."
"Agreed. On the bright side, while you were unconscious, the Demigod Cabin was finished."
"How long was I out exactly?" I asked.
"Few days," Grover said. "Nothing much."
"Nothing much…" I sighed. "Grover, do you think I could see my par–"
"Alex!" a familiar voice cried out.
"Mom!" I shouted, hugging her.
"Alex honey, are you okay?" Thalia asked.
"Mom! I'm fine, just a little shook up," I assured her. "Where's Dad?"
"Right here!" my dad said and gave me a suffocating hug.
"Dad, dad. Can't breathe," I gasped.
He let go with a smile. "You had us pretty worried Alex. How do you feel?"
"Pretty good, but…" I began. "WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME I WAS A DEMIGOD?"
Mom and Dad looked at each other, then at me. "It was for your own protection. If you knew what you were, then so would the monsters. We could've sent you to camp, but you were just too young. You're a very, very powerful half-blood," my mom explained.
"Plus, we really didn't need you tearing up the house with weapons practice," my dad added.
"Nico!" my mom scolded. "He's kidding honey. Aren't you?"
My dad gulped. "Oh yes, definitely kidding."
"So…I'm a demigod," I sighed, taking it in.
"Yup," my dad confirmed. "And here, you're safe. Here you'll train to use your powers and become a hero."
"Me? A hero?" I asked. "Are you sure?"
My mom laughed. "Trust me Alex, you'll be surprised with the things you'll do. Summers are great here, and before you know it you'll be kicking everybody's butt."
That's how I ended up at Camp Half-Blood. I got my own cabin, the Demigod cabin. There were a lot of empty cabins, and the biggest cabins only had five kids. Camper ages ranged anywhere from seven to eighteen, so I wasn't that young in comparison.
This kid from the Zeus cabin kept flirting with me, that is until I held my sword to his throat. Things were pretty sweet at camp. Hero training was awesome, and the only real problem was Mr. D, who for some reason kept calling me "Allen" and "Alison" no matter how many times I told him my name was Alex.
One thing that occupied my thoughts during my first days of camp was Jacob Jackson, and if he would be okay. I'd almost gotten killed by one snake lady. And I heard Grover and Chiron talking about how whole legions of monsters could come after Jacob. But as the weeks passed, no news came of Jacob's death, and he wasn't chased across the property line by a monster, so eventually he slipped my mind.
I became a year-rounder, with Mom and Dad visiting me a lot. Camp was simple. No quests were given, no emergencies plagued the planet. Everything was right with the world. Or so I thought.
One night, while I was sleeping, I had the weirdest dream.
A big dude with one eye in the middle of his forehead worked hard over blazing forges. Carefully, he poured two separate streams of liquid metal into a mold. One of the streams was a silver color, while the other was a bronzish gold. As the metals cooled, the big guy held up the blade he had forged. It was large and flat, but still razor sharp. It looked like a scythe blade, but it was missing the shaft part.
Half the blade was a metal I recognized as Celestial bronze, the metal other campers' weapons were made of. The other half though looked like ordinary steel.
"Is that blade ready yet Cyclopes?" a rude voice barked.
"Where is my brother?" the Cyclopes demanded. "I will do nothing for you till I see him."
"Very well. Bring him in!" the voice ordered.
Two figures dressed in grey battle armor dragged in a limp figure. I saw messy black hair with a gray streak in it and a tattered white shirt. When the Cyclopes saw him, he broke down.
"Brother!" he cried, and shoved the two armored escorts aside.
"Tyson…" the man they'd dragged in groaned. "You…you alright buddy?"
"I is okay. Are you?" Tyson the Cyclopes asked.
"I've been through worse," the man assured.
He looked up at Tyson, and I caught sea green eyes. He looked so familiar. Brother of a Cyclopes. Messy black hair. Sea green eyes. I knew who that was. But at the moment, I couldn't remember.
"I get us out of here," Tyson said.
"Don't worry man, we'll get out. But don't risk yourself. We're all getting out of here. No sacrifices."
Tyson looked upset, but he nodded. "Okay."
I woke up. Tyson. I'd heard that name before. Why couldn't I remember? I shook it off. It had to be a nightmare. That's all it was.
003: I'm telling you he's lying! The Agent X program succeeded with the 22nd attempt, not the 45th.
1136: Whatever. Just go do your story while 45x gets this bunny costume off me. You know, the one YOU made me wear!
003: And how is he getting it off? With a chainsaw?
1136: Yes.
003: Ugh. What's wrong with Tyson and (the other person)? What's Jacob up to? Is The Pit closer to their evil goal? Will 1136 survive 45x, the evil lying bastard who– Anyway, tune in next time to find out!