Two chapters in one night? That's pretty special......least I think so. Well, here's chapter two.

Disclaimer: Travis: Banana Pudding is NOT the owner of me.

Connor: Or me!

Annabeth: Or me.

Percy: That includes me.

Nico: Don't forget me!

Me: Guys! I think they get it. Jeez..........

Chapter Two

I Meet A Horse-man and a Big Jerk

(Noel's POV)

We had been in the strange paradox for at least fifteen minutes and I could sense the energy draining from the dark-haired boy cradling me. He didn't move, but something was making him deathly tired. His face paled more and more each second.

"Are you okay?" I inquired.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," he replied drowsily. "But one thing. If I fall asleep, Close your eyes and focus on the mortal world."

"Why?"

He was becoming less and less focused, his eyelids threatening to close. "If you don't, you'll die." It seemed crazy, but everything else was pretty unbelievable, too.

"Okay," I replied weakly. I really wanted to keep my life.

Suddenly, we were shoved into a clearing in a wood. Before us, I saw a sign with lettering I recognized as Greek. For some reason, I could decipher the lettering: Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.

"Camp Half-Blood?" I pondered aloud. The boy just ignored me, sleepily carrying me through the entrance to an enormous building labeled The Big House. Opening the door, he laid me on a couch.

"Thank you Nico," a man who appeared to be half human, half horse said. "Go ahead and go to the infirmary for that wound." the boy named Nico nodded and trudged half-unconscious out the door, holding his side.

I looked over to see the horse-man coming near me. I flinched, afraid he was another enemy, but he merely lifted my shattered wrist. "Dionysus, is Peter from the Apollo cabin still around here?"

A man wearing leopard print, jogging pants, purple socks, black shoes, and a blotchy red face snarled, "Everybody wants me to do everything for them. Never doing anything for themselves. I supposed I could summon the boy to heal the brat. Because Chiron just can't do it himself!"

The horse-man Chiron didn't retort, but asked me, "How are you dear?"

"When the boy – Nico – pushed me out of the way of the Laistro........strogo..........giant thing, I broke my wrist."

"No need to worry, little one. You will be healed right away. What is your name?"

"Noel. Noel Peterson."

"Hey Chiron. You needed someone healed?" a tall blonde-headed boy spoke up.

"Yes," he stepped away. "She shattered her wrist. Could you fix the bones?"

"No problem." He cracked his knuckles, then placed his hands on my wrist, chanting something in Greek. I could immediately feel the bones mending miraculously. He stepped away, smiling.

"Thank you," I said astonished.

"No prob, babe."

"Oh and could you also take a look at Nico. He doesn't look so well," Chiron added.

"Sure. See ya."

"What...........how...........?"

"He's a son of Apollo. He has amazing healing powers."

"Apollo's not real. He's just a myth."

"That's where you are wrong my young child."

"What do you mean?"

"This,my dear, is a camp for half-bloods, children of gods and mortals. And you are one of them."

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