Here is chapter two! I got this one out earlier than I thought so any people actually reading my story will get the next chapter earlier. Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't even write like Rick Riordin!
My fevered brain made up the wildest dreams while slipping in and out of unconsciousness. During one of my more lucid moments I could tell that I rested in a large comfortable bed in a huge room. It looked more like cabin than a house, but the décor didn't matter, for right then the door opened and two people came in arguing. One was in a wheel chair and appeared a middle aged maybe Latin teacher, but I didn't know that that was his disguise. The other was a girl. She looked maybe sixteen or seventeen, blond hair, and stormy gray eyes that would have been beautiful if not for the depressing sadness in them. The two walked in seemingly not noticing me, so absorbed in their conversation. I gave a little cough to show then my presence, and then quickly acted like I had just woken up.
The girl turned to me with a haunted look in her eyes. The man turned to me at the same time, but with soft chocolate eyes that looked like they could've been older than a thousand years. I looked the girl in the eyes.
"Where am I?" I asked calmly. The girl opened her mouth, but the man silenced her before she could speak. "It is a long explanation." He said in a kind voice. I looked at him and opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off like the girl. "Which we shall explain in short time." He said. I nodded mutely. He turned away and motioned for me to follow him so I got up and walked after him confusion clearly etched on my face. He pushed the door open for me and I gratefully took because I was still a bit unsteady on feet. My feet soon met the wooden planks of a porch and I looked at the amazing sight before me.
I gasped. Well now I knew where I was, New York. Long Island Sound. Home, I think. The view was beautiful and priceless. The water was calmly lapping against shore and the sun setting above the ocean was definitely a Kodak moment. But that was not the only thing. It looked like a camp of some sort, a very different camp. This place was certainly not normal. Like, a rock climbing wall with lava falling down and it was moving. How the heck do you climb that? I think I even saw a horse fly. I was about ready to turn around to the girl and man and tell them to wake me up. But when I did turn to tell them that the man interrupted me once again and told me to move and I somehow got my feet to unfreeze.
The porch wrapped completely around the house. When we reached the other side there was three lawn chairs set up, two were already full. One was a man and the other was a boy about my age maybe a little older. The man was slightly pudgy and he had short, curly black hair. His eyes were the worst though, they were a deep purple with something like insanity in them. Then my attention turned to the slightly familiar boy. He was skinny with baggy jeans and he had curly brown hair. He also had the making of a goatee on his chin. They both looked up as we rounded the corner, the man gave a sort of smug smile and I instantly thought that I was not going to like him. The boy had a nervous look on his face and he kept glancing at the man. I stood behind the chair unsure if I should sit or not, I looked at the kind man again and he gave me a nod. I sat down uncomfortably. The girl stood behind the man in the wheelchair. I looked in between the three people sitting down, waiting for answers. It was the kind man in the wheel chair who spoke first.
"As you are probably wondering I am Chiron. This is Mr.D" he gestured to the pudgy man now Mr.D. "This is Grover, and this is Annabeth." He pointed to the nervous boy and the girl. Good now I had some names for them. "Now may we know your name?" he asked. I hesitated before answering, Peter. It sounding okay, but not the best. I would just have to work with it.
"Sir," I asked cautiously. He looked up at me with the aged eyes and inclined his head, a signal for me to continue. "Um, well. Where am I?" I asked. His eyes searched my face and I broke my gaze and stared at my shoes.
"You are at Camp Half-Blood. A safe haven for children like you." He said pointedly. Ok, now I was really confused. What did he mean when he said safe haven? What was I being hidden in safety from? But I couldn't find my answers before he started to talk again clearly seeing the confusion etched on my face.
"You are special. A half-blood. A child of the gods." Mr.D cut in. "And a powerful one at the look at you." He stated. I stared at him, he was mad. Great, I'm not the only psycho in this madhouse of my life, how reassuring. Chiron sighed and started to talk again.
"Do you know about the twelve Greek gods, the Olympian Pantheon?" he asked and I only nodded my head. "Well, they are still alive. They started off in Greece and steadily moved to Rome, but in different names, then Europe and now the United States. Evidence is everywhere, the architecture is in Europe and look at the U.S.A your symbol is an eagle the signal of Zeus. And you are a child of one of the gods, as Mr.D said you are probably a powerful one too." He finished. I leaned back in my chair exasperated. I was pretty sure 'Whoa' passed through my lips sometime. Then eventually I got back to my senses and looked at the people around me expectantly. Chiron cleared his throat. "I think I shall give him the tour now that everything is explained." He said and slowly he started to rise from his chair, which was impossible, but not for him. The long slender, white legs of a horse extended from the wheel chair and before me stood a man that was not really a man. A centaur.
After I got over the fact that a centaur was going to tour me around, I actually started to have fun. I saw all the cabins each and everyone beautiful in its own special way, except for the Ares cabin, that one was just ugly. After showing me all the cabins Chiron called Annabeth over and told her to continue the tour for him because he had to go teach archery. Annabeth showed me to the volleyball courts and all the things that Chiron didn't have the chance to show me. Everyone in awhile I got the feeling of being watched, but it would be nothing. Eventually Annabeth got me back to the Hermes cabin because that was where I was going to be staying until I got claimed. She opened the door for me and I walked in. It was crowded, but there was some space to lie down, it looked more like a full house than a cabin. Two mischievous looking boys came up to me and Annabeth. They looked so alike that the only difference was that one was taller than the other. They introduced themselves to me as Conner and Travis Stoll, the leaders of the Hermes cabin. They turned to all the people in the cabin and told them that I was undetermined and that my name was Peter. Then they handed me a bag of toiletries and pointed to a place on the floor where I would be sleeping. I went over and set everything I had down which was only the bag and before I knew it the conch horn signaled dinner and we scrambled into a line outside. I got the feeling of being watched again and looked over my shoulder, but the only thing I saw were shadows.
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