He dropped from above, slammed against the field over Camp Half-Blood, and slid along it to the ground. It was almost comical, until he stood up and the campers realized that he wasn't a "he". "He" was an it, a monster standing eight feet tall with a spiny ridge along his fore arms and spine. No face was actually visible, only a solid faceplate with a gaping mouth dripping acidic spittle. The skin was a coppery green, as if made of metal and rusted. It charged the barrier, the spittle splashing across it first, and the creature crashed through. The campers, led by Clarice, threw spears at it, trying to slow it down. The spears struck and bounced off or shattered against it's hide. It bellowed and ripped a tree out the ground, swinging it like a club. Several campers went flying while others scurried out of reach. Clarice charged it, a sword in hand and attempted to slash at it's arm. The blade, made from celestial bronze, struck and bounced off, just before the creature swung again. The tree hit Clarice hard enough to throw her through the air and knock her out.
The creature dropped the tree, bellowed again, then took off, barging through the lunch hall, several cabins, and the forest. All attempts to stop it failed, arrows, spears, and swords bouncing off the hide. It eventually found itself at the edge of the lake, and stopped. It seemed to stare at it's reflection for a moment before bellowing again, a low mournful bellow. It fell to its knees, holding its hands to its face as if crying. After a moment, the creature simply slumped over, tired and exhausted. The campers surrounded the unconscious beast and watched the beast shrink and change. The spines receded into its back and forearms, the faceplate disappeared, and it shrank to six feet tall, curled in on himself. Little covered his body, save a loin cloth. Tanned skin stretched over well defined muscles. Long black hair fanned out on the ground behind him. Chiron cantered over, and inspected the man now lying on the beach. He nodded after a moment and several campers lifted the man and carried him to the Manor.
Timdis lay on a bed, shaking and shivering, before suddenly jolting upright with a gasp. He looked around the unfamiliar room, wondering where he was before noticing an old man sitting in a wheel chair in a corner. He stood up slowly, barely aware of the fact that he was all but naked, and approached the old man.
"Where am I?" He demanded. The old man simply stared at him for a moment before answering. "What happened?"
"Camp Half-Blood." He said before wheeling out of the room. "As for what happened, maybe YOU can enlighten US." Timdis followed, walking silently down the darkened hallway. "We must ask if you have left such trails of destruction before." The Old Man stated before opening a window to the outside. Timdis stared at the damage, knowing he caused the trouble but not able to remember. The Hermes Cabin, Hephaestus Cabin, and Aphrodite Cabin where all demolished. The Lunch Hall was trashed, tables and chairs reduced to tinder and the hall itself, barely staying upright. Timdis watched in horror as several young men carried little kids away, each one dead or dying.
"Unfortunatly, yes, I have." He answered, turning away from the window. "But I came here looking for Percy Jackson."
"He is gone."
"Gone? What do you mean by GONE?"
"As in, he is not with us and we can not find him. He disappeared several days ago during a game of Capture the Flag." Timdis stomped down the hall, and turned back to the old man.
"Be ready to show me where in one hour."