A Centaur, A Knife, and A Family
Chapter Four
I Almost Touch a Dead Guy…On Purpose
I Almost Touch a Dead Guy…On Purpose
Percy and I began walking towards the gym. I decided I would look around as we walked. We passed by a basketball court with some kids playing on it. The kids were big and skinny and were drenched with sweat.
We passed by the stables that held the flying-horses. They were out of the stalls and were being groomed by very gorgeous girls. One of them caught me staring and smiled at me. I gave her a small smile back.
When I spotted the building, I saw some kids with arrows. They stood in a line with their bows and had the arrow pulled back. When they released, the arrows hit bull's eye on every target.
We walked into the swordplay arena. I looked around it. There was a group of kids in the middle of a sword fight. People stood around them egging them on. I waned to go over there and break them up, but Percy went in the opposite direction.
We walked towards the back left corner of the arena toward a girl. She had blond hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. She stood facing one of the targets with a knife in her hand. She held it up and was about to throw it when Percy grabbed her from around her waist. The knife flew out of her hand and hit something making a clanking noise. The girl turned around to see who did it. She smiled once she saw Percy.
"Percy!" she cried wrapping her arms around his neck. Percy wrapped his around her waist and picked her up. He twirled once and then sat her back down. They stayed in that position for a moment. I looked away, feeling in an awkward situation.
"Hey," Percy said. I looked up at him and the girl. "This is Annabeth," he told me pointing towards Annabeth with his free hand. His other one was holding onto Annabeth's. "Annabeth, this is Alexander Taylor. A new camper." Percy introduced.
She smiled and stuck out her free hand. "It's nice to meet you, Alexander." She told me.
I shook hers as I said, "Its Xander." She dropped my hand and looked at Percy. They shared a look before she looked back at me.
"I'm gonna help Percy with the tour. Okay?" she asked me. I nodded. We walked out of the arena and back outside. They started towards the stables. "Is you parent a god or goddess?" Annabeth asked me. I looked up at her. I looked up at her and shrugged. He laughed a little. "What do you mean you don't know? When you were growing up, did you have only a mom or only a dad?" she asked. I shrugged again. She took me seriously this time. "Oh," was all she had to say.
They gave me a complete tour of the camp. My personal favorite part of it was the archery field. Although I didn't get to try it out, I was able to watch for a little.
By the time the tour ended up back at the Hermes cabin, it was lunch time.
I wasn't hungry so I decided to stay back and get situated. Connor and Travis told me that I got Luke Castellan's old bunk. When I asked what happened to him, they told me that it was a sore subject on all of the campers and the best way to find out would be from Chiron, Percy and maybe Annabeth. I dropped it.
I laid back on the bed with one of my hands behind my head and the other one on my stomach. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
In my dream, I was about three or four. I stood next to an adult as I watched what was happening in front of me. In front of me was a coffin. A priest stood behind it and was speaking. I probably could understand it but I wasn't listening. All of my attention was focused on the coffin. Something drew me to it. I don't know what it was, but it was there.
I found myself walking towards the coffin. I opened it up and peered in. Inside of it was a familiar man. He had brown hair that looked like it had been cut with a knife and scratches all over his face and hands. They man's eyes were closed and his mouth was shut. I reached my hand out to touch his face but something swooped me up.
The next thing I knew was that I was being carried away in the arms of a man. He wasn't my father and I had never met him before. I started screaming and crying but no one turned to look at us. No one tried to stop him. He took me around to the back of a building and sat me down on a crate. He began pacing back and forth talking to himself.
I couldn't really focus on him since I had been crying. He stopped though, at some point, and turned to look at me. He walked over to me and held me in a cradling style. I had stopped crying at this point and could make out his features. He had curly brown hair and had the face of a seventeen-year-old. He had had that outdoorsy look going on and Caucasian skin. His legs were kind of positioned funny though. He let a little smile slip through his lips. He caught himself but it was too late, I began moving away from him. He reached out trying to grab me, but I was too far away. He yelled in furry causing everything to go black.