James point of view again. Please review.
Chapter 3-
Chiron took my arm and rushed off with me into a large house. I sat down at an empty table. He paced the room back and forth, agitated.
"My first day on this job, I was told a prophecy that one day a child born of the sky would arrive in our darkest hour. It's been so long that I was beginning to...think...that that day would never come."
The way he said it, I was pretty sure he had been about to say "hope" instead of think.
"You still haven't told me what's so special about my dad having a funny name."
"Surely you've guessed by now?" He said, surprised.
"I'm still in shock. I'm not really believing anything right now." After I said this, he got down on one knee in front of me, and looked me in the eye.
"All the old Greek, Roman, and Egyptian stories are true. This is specifically a Greek camp. The children here-most of them- are the children of the Greek Gods, although we have one mortal oracle and a few visitors from other camps."
"Ok..." I said.
"Do you know who Ouranus was?" He asked me. I shook my head no.
"Ouranus was the sky. He was the eldest immortal, partner of Gaia."
"So you're saying my dad was the sky?" I asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" He responded, smiling.
"So does that make me different in some way?"
"You are the only demigod child of Ouranus. This makes you brother to the Titans, the Elder Cyclopses, and the Hundred-Handed Ones. You are uncle to the eldest Olympian gods, and to me as well," He said smiling. "You are going to be immensely powerful, once we train you correctly. I can tell that from the amount of Mist clinging to you even now, especially around your eyes."
"What's Mist?" I asked. "And what's wrong with my eyes?"
"Mist is what prevents the mortals from seeing monsters, gods, events, and the like. And you've never seen your own actual eyes, have you?" He said knowingly.
"Well, its been a while since I've looked in a mirror, but still. My eyes are dark brown."
"No, they're not," He said, and handed me a mirror, making a motion around my eyes.
"You're mirror is messed up," I said slowly, disbelievingly. He shook his head.
The irises of my eyes were completely black, like space. Well, not completely. They were filled with countless points of light, like stars. The "stars" were moving too, revolving around each other.
"Impossible," I said, touching my face.
"Nothing is impossible." Chiron said strongly. "You are a true son of the sky."
A thought struck me. I quickly told Chiron the story of how I got to the camp, starting with this morning and ending when Zephyr threw me in. At the end he sighed, clearly agitated.
"Is that why Zephyr...sacrificed himself?" I asked slowly. "Because I'm the son of Ouranus?"
"I'm afraid so. You see, most of the winds, including Aeolus their king, have gone over to Gaia's side. We're in a war, unfortunately. But apparently Zephyr broke free of her control, and sought to help you. You, who could be detrimental to her cause and crucial to ours. As the son of his ultimate boss, the sky, you were also probably important to Zephyr as well. This is good news. It means that not all of those under Gaia are faithful to her."
"Good news?" I asked. "They're gonna kill him. Or already have."
"Not likely. Winds are not like other immortals. Zephyr will hopefully be able to get away. And now, it is time to introduce you to the other campers. But before we go, one last order of business. When the prophecy was made, I was given this," He said, handing me a small cube of metal on a cloth. "I haven't dared touch it," He said. "I'll have a camper show you around, and you can decide where to put it." We walked outside, where it seemed like fifty or sixty campers were sitting around, waiting.
"All hail James Skyborn, son of Ouranus." Chiron said.
