~I Interrupt the Super Bowl~

I poised up from the ground; as much as I knew that I'd been here only for a split second it felt like I woke up from a dream.

For a disturbing whole minute, I couldn't remember anything. I just stood up, watching the ubiquitous sky, not really thinking.

I finally erected my thoughts. I'm Fred Marcos and I almost got killed by a hyena-horse.

I anon remembered the toothbrush and honeycombs in my hand and set off with a thought in my head that I didn't know where to look for.

Chiron, Chiron, Chiron I kept repeating to myself.

The thing was, as many times as I tried, it was pretty easy to get utterly adrift in the place.

I couldn't tell whether I'd just escaped the barriers or gone in circles.

Every place had the same bromidic pattern of rocks and trees and rocks and trees, and sure the noon sun looked pretty cool with the scenery, but I had no time to worry about that I just went rocks and trees and rocks and trees.

Until one tree had a distinguishing feature, a huge silk, crimson flag hung above it like there was a Communist rally earlier.

It flowed in the wind, and I wondered what it signified, there was no hammer-and-sickle, or any Union Jack, in fact, it had something like one of those Ancient Greek alphabet things.

Just like earlier with the Leucrota I could read it, it said "Camp Half-Blood property, if found, return outside of Strawberry Fields in Long Island, New York"

I bit my tongue and released it after a few seconds

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Not that…I mean that in…like a bad way…or anything." I chided, feeling insecure like I always do. The thing was, there was no one around to hear me anyway…at least for the time being.

Now, the thing with AD/HD is you have the tendency to touch something that you probably shouldn't because it looks interesting.

Case of point is now.

Yeah, before I touched it, I felt a tingle going through my wrist. Like, a needle was invading my nervous system. Then, it started feeling solidified, and my hand felt subzero and numb. Ice.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you on the Blue Team? What the hell man?" a young man scowled. He was about in his late teens with some scruff dangling from his jaw area.

His hair was long and frisky, and it parted it the middle of his elongated nose. There was a slash of blue/gray-ish color streaked along his hair. Like the color on commercials of Nike Air or Coors Beer.

He was wearing a jacket worn in places like Siberia, and his face was pale like he felt stuck in the Himalaya or Caucasus, which was pretty awkward 'cause it was in the peak of July.

Over his torn-up jeans and Russian coat, he had Spartan armor around, and he held his helmet from his gloved hand on the side of his waist.

"I'll say it once more." he warned as he brought out a huge, golden sword "Who in the name of Zeus are you, where did you come from and what are you doing? "

I stammered, his look was intimidating, and my insecurity level flourished all over my wimpy body.

"Uh-um…I'm Fred Marcos, I was teleported here by a rainbow, and by my class adviser. I got attacked by something on a field trip."

"You're telling me you randomly came up and almost made my team lose for Capture the Flag?"

The criss-crossed blade of his aimed for my grisly neck, it started choking, and with every swallow I could feel the point of the sword.

"What was it?!" he raged

"It was a hyena-horse!"

"Leucrota" he chided, lowering his sword and felt calm yet scared. I was just surprised he actually knew the thing.

"I-I just saw the banner and it was cool so I was about to touch it, I have ADHD, it's really like that. And I read the Greek lettering too which is really surprising cause I have dyslexia as well."

He sighed a sigh of relief and hate combined. His chilly eyes looked sharply for an epic spitsecond.

I didn't know what to do because he started grasping his sword hard again like he was gonna raise the hilt and bring it out again.

I flipped the toothbrush and revealed my balisong, which this time had only one blade.

"Oh, you're threatening me huh? Fine!!!" he shouted, really raising his sword, curling it around his fingers and right as he was about to strike, another guy in Greek armor stopped him.

This new man looked very old. He had a mountainous beard and his eyes looked strained. His voice was raspy and frail. The thing that really surprised me was his hide. It was a horse's and he clopped it freely.

I would've freaked out at least a little, but after what just happened with this random guy threatening me, my teacher running at an animal with a toothbrush/knife and actually being here, this was pretty average.

The teenager dropped his sword, huffing as if he regretted not killing me sooner.

The old man turned his human-part-of-the-torso towards me extending his hand.

"My dear boy, I am Chiron, trainer of heroes, and yes, by your look I would like to calm you down by proclaiming that, yes, I am a centaur."

I shook his hand with my earlier-frozen one, I guess the teenager telepathically melted it.

Wait, I thought to myself, I was supposed to look for him right?

I decided to tell him the whole story, and I waited for a dramatic and thinking-I'm-crazy-even-though-I-probably-really-am-but-is-just-in-denial reply.

"Hmm…" he concentrated "Interesting."

Now, another new character came running.

She took off her Greek helmet and told the teenager

"Kevin! We won the game! Tim whacked the Stolls real good and…" she stopped, looking at me with a nervous face set.

"Jeez! Who are you?" I barked, angry because of the whole thing being hard to process. I then realized I made a really bad mistake.

This girl's pretty, green eyes looked really kind and caring. She had swirling blonde hair with a hair clip on the right area that was shaped into a flower.

Under the armor, I could she her clothing, having trees, rainbows and flowers on it.

Her pants, were like those in the 70's, tie-dye looking.

I couldn't help myself, my aloofness sent a bounty of saliva dripping.

"Well…that's pretty rude." She alleged "Shouting, then gazing at me. Anyway, to answer your question, I'm Chloe Seychelles, daughter of Demeter."

"Demeter?" I questioned "Like the Greek goddess?"

"You didn't know that yet?" she remarked, like setting the score.

"Yes Mr. Marcos." Chiron, the old centaur guy said

"They're all real. All the stories you heard. Why do you think I have a horse ass? Why do you think you met Lady Hestia? Why do you think you can read the Greek lettering? Why do you think the hyena-horse…"

I stopped him right there, "Okay, I get it…but.."
"The point is." He interrupted back "The Gods are real, and they have human children, and you are probably one of them."

You gotta be shitting me.

Author's Note: The "Super Bowl" he interrupted refers to the Capture the Flag