Chapter 2
A hologram of four horses, facing opposite directions like a compass, galloping over the wind, appeared over my head.
"What's this?" I asked, confused at the floating symbol.
"You've been claimed," Mark replied, much to my continued confusion.
"George Iapetus, you are the son of Aeolus, King of the winds, and the reiner of horses," Chiron said as the hologram started to fade away.
"And that would mean? Something about 'king of the winds' or something like that right?" I asked, hoping someone would elaborate on what Chiron said, not catching the first part, as I was trying to figure out how that holographic image appeared, and where it was from.
"Your father is Aeolus," Mark simply stated, disrupting my thoughts.
"Oh," I simply replied, "So… This means…?" I waited for him to explain more as I was completely new to all of this, and I had no idea about any of this.
"You'll be bunking with the other children of Aeolus, as they're your half-brothers," He said, pointing to a cabin which was pretty regal looking, patterns of the winds decorated its outline, and it was located in the middle of four other cabins. The one north of it seemed to be made out of ice, snow, with two white stallions across its sides, while the one south was decorated with pictures of the sun, and dried out plants planted around the cabin, to the west the cabin there was another cabin, but the cabin looked more like a cave with a door over its entrance. Along the entrance to the cave seemed to have different spring flowers planted there, the same wind like pattern carved onto its walls, and to the east, was a simple cabin, decorated with only with pictures of the wind around its perimeter, and rain on its roofs.
"Why is it in the middle of those other cabins?" I asked, noticing its location, and the location of those other cabins in relationship to those four, and completely changing the topic.
"Aeolus is the king of the winds, he rules over the four winds, Boreas, Notus, Eurus, Zephyr, which those cabins belong to," Chiron was explaining, before I asked.
"So, does that mean I'm better than them, since if my father is superior over them, then what does that make me?" I asked, interrupting his explanation.
Just as I said that harsh winds started blowing through the camp, a mix of warm and cold winds.
"I don't think that was a good idea to say that…," I muttered as the winds threatened to fling me into the sky.
"You think?" Mark yelled over the winds, gripping tightly to the grass with his hands, lying on the ground, his hair blowing wildly around.
Chiron planted his hooves firmly into the ground, and was saying something I couldn't make out over the winds, it looked like an apology or something, I didn't know. The winds then started to die down, and before long, the sky was in the serene state it was before the winds.
A kid wearing a bright orange, wrinkled t-shirt that had the words, "Camp Half-Blood" on it, drowsily stumbled over, rubbing his closed eyes with his right hand, yawned, shook his jet black hair, and stared at Chiron.
"What happened here?" He mumbled in between yawns, and while attempting to open his eyes wide enough to look around.
"The George here said something he shouldn't have," Chiron explained.
Almost sleeping he mumbled, "That's nice…," Before starting to fall over sleeping.
"Wake up!" I yelled, diving to stop him from falling.
"Huh?" He muttered, slowly standing up, and heading back to his cabin, resulting in me tripping over myself trying to stop.
"Uff… What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"He's a child of Morpheus, they're always sleepy," Mark said.
"So is this the brat that caused all this commotion?" a pudgy man wearing a tiger skin shirt asked, appearing next to Chiron.
"Yep, this is George Iapetus, the newest camper," Mark explained, pretty happy, despite what had happened.
"Well put Greg into his cabin, and get him to clean this mess up," the man said.
"It's George," I corrected.
"Yes, yes, I said that, now go!" He said, and something about him made me want to follow what he said.
Who is this person? I thought, and who the heck does he think he is? Some almighty guy? As if.
"You should be careful about what you think. Maybe I should spontaneously combust him, he won't feel a thing," the man mused.
I rolled my eyes, he probably is bluffing, Mark jabbed me in the side, and whispered, "That's the camp director, Mr. D, think about it."
"Huh?" I asked, thinking about everything I remembered about Greek mythology that started with the letter D. I had nothing.
"Who is he?" I whispered to Mark again.
"Didn't they teach you anything in your school?" Mark wondered.
"Uhm…." I muttered. I didn't pay attention to most of my classes, since they were all boring.
"I'll take that as a no," Mark said, "You really need to learn all of it. We'll get you a tutor. Right Chiron?"
Chiron nodded, "Get Cierco to teach him."
The pudgy man crossed his arms, and said, "You're forgetting something."
"After he cleans the place up," Chiron added.
Well, it was just a strong wind, the mess that was made couldn't have been that bad, I initially thought, as I surveyed the camp, I was dead wrong. Water from the lake had splashed over several cabins, strawberries were ripped form the ground and had splattered over the big house and cabins, and onto a couple of the satyrs and other people, weapons clattered, and sprawled over a large circular area, maybe somewhere to spar, and a brazier near a bunch of upturned tables had fallen to the ground, flames starting to burn the grass, threatening to burn the camp. Maybe this might take a while, I thought.
"You might want to get on with it before the entire camp burns down instead of gaping at it," Mr. D said, turning around to head into the big house.
Mark and Chiron were also walking away.
"Hey Mark! Could you help me here?" I asked.
"Sorry, but you're on your own," he replied grinning widely.
This was going to be a long day, I concluded, as I headed towards the brazier to put out the fire and pick it up.