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Ok your guys have caught up with myself now, that means that updates might come out slower now.
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Austin: Oh boy to for two you are starting to compete with Sairen Ray, and he reviews every chapter. Now let's get answer your questions.
I think I should be the one apologizing I did not mean to come off as aggressive and I Apologize for that. Yes we do have evidence that God does have a braking point when it comes to anger management, but normally he acts through people to show his displeasure with someone or country.
And I don't know do you people want God to look like Morgan Freeman? I mean I got nothing against it and if that's what you guys want then so be it.
Let me put it to you like this. "VALHALLA!" *ran at the enemy*
You are correct. Yes that is also correct. I don't think Poseidon raped medusa in Athena's temple, yea they smashed but in the fluff he did not rape her. Yes is not right that Athena punished medusa they way she did but Olympians be that way.
Yes indeed yes indeed. Hestia is one of the few Greek gods that don't kill people over pride and the such. In all honesty if someone challenge Hestia to a cook off and she won she would probable just show who ever challenged her how to cook better. If someone insulated her she would probably not care or cry and who ever made her cry would feel real bad about themselves.
You will just have to wait and see that happens… but Knights do listen to rock in roll a lot and they are not afraid to let people around them know that good music is. "WOO linkin Knights. Tasteful."
TY: Here is your more
John092: Sorry friend but I think by his last name and what is father is I think is obvious that he will be.
My vision slowly returned to me, but the world was spinning and my body ached. I tried to sit up but I went back down when my stomach started to hurt. It was almost like a pool of hot liquid was poured on my stomach. My head ached, I raised my hand to feel my head to see if the bleeding had stop, to find a piece of cloth wrapped around my head. I decided not to mess with it as I might cause it to bleed again.
My hand fell to my side as I layed there, unable to move my torso without it hurting. I looked around to see I was in a bedroom, the walls where wooden as well as much of the furniture.
My throat started to feel dry since there was no one around and I couldn't get up I had to deal with the feeling until someone would come and check on me. After the five minutes past I tried to get up again but my torso hurt too much to move.
'Wish I could get a glass of water.' I thought to myself.
Not having anything better to do I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. After I got myself relaxed I feel asleep. Thankfully I didn't have any weird dreams or visits from powerful beings but I wouldn't mind taking to Michael again.
I wanted to ask him want he meant by I was a Knight. Did he mean that literally or figuratively? I mean sure I saved Aithne so I guess I was her knight in shining armor, but I don't think Michael would call me a knight just for that.
When I woke I saw that someone had left me a glass of water by my bed. I reached over and started to drink from it. I felt the cool life giving water run down my throat curing my dry throat in a few gulps. I did go a little too fast thou causing some of the water to enter my lungs causing me to cough.
My coughing drew the attention of someone in the build I was in, because I soon heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching my door. However the footsteps sound more like hooves, it was like a house was walking around in the building. The sound passed my door, much to my relief, before another set of normal footsteps started toward my door.
The door burst open and in ran Aithne who jumped onto my bed and pulled me into a hug. Luckily my stomach did not hurt as much so when she pulled me up I didn't start yelling out in pain. Her hug lasted for a good minute before she let go of me. There was a single tear running down her right eye but she must of felt it because she brushed it away soon after.
"I thought you died." She said with a pained exertion on her face. "Don't you ever do something so stupid again. You could have died."
"And miss out on saving the princess in distress?" I said weakly as I had not recovered all the way. "You can't be series."
She smiled and shook her head before she buried her head in my shoulder. "Guess that makes you my knight in shining armor."
I gave a weak chuckle. "Not so shiny anymore."
"So where are we?" I asked her trying to peer out the window but not seeing much of anything.
Aithne pulled her head off of my shoulder, she then let go of me and sat on the edge of my bed. "We are at Camp Half-Blood, it's a place where Demigods go so that they can be safe from monster because of a barrier the surrounds the entire camp. This place is the safest place for demigods like you and me. Right now, we are in a house they call the Big House it's a place where they treat the injured as well as some other things."
"Sounds a little too good to be true." I commented after her short description of this place.
"I know but this place is for real we are safe here. We don't have to worry about being attacked in here." She said standing to her feet, her hand taking something from the night stand that I did not notice before now. It was at this time I noticed that Aithne was wearing an orange t-shirt that spelt out the words Camp Half-blood upon them. Under it looked to be a horse with wings on it, some kind of mythical animal that lived here possible.
She took a small vale that contained a yellow liquid; in all honesty it looked like pee. Aithne brought the small battle over to me, undid the top, and gestured for me take the bottle.
"What is in that bottle?" I said looking at her a little winded eyed.
"It's called Nectar, it will heal you." She said gesturing for me to take it again.
I looked the concoction with a wary eye, before I consciously took it from Aithne's outstretched hand. If I knew anything about wonder drinks is that they normally tasted horrible and left a foul taste in your mouth for the next hour. How did I know this was going to taste bad? Well my mother was no stranger to herbal remedies, and would often throw something together whenever I got sick. However she would often put her concoctions into something with a strong taste to help me down it.
When I complained about the taste and pushed the remaining of the liquid away. She would push it back towards me and say something along the lines of "When I'm out in the field I don't have the luxury of having something to go with this". When I refused again my dear sweet mother would sigh, walk away, and come back with a funnel and stick it into my mouth, and poured the rest of the concoction down my throat.
Naturally I would try and spit it out, but she would pull the funnel out and force my mouth shut. Since I could not force it out there was only one last place to go so I had to swallow the rest to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. After I swallowed all of it she would let me go and I would dash off to my father to cry into his arms.
Unfortunately I drank all the water that was left for me so were was no way for me to wash it down. I looked at the small bottle before I gave Aithne a glance that said "are you sure about this"?
"Just take it you big baby, it's not going to hurt you. It will probably taste like one of your dad's pizzas." She said getting a little impatient.
I looked at the bottle one more time before I quickly downed the thing. I didn't get much on my tongue so I barely got any taste but It did kinda did taste like one of my dad's pizza-
My stomach started to twist and turn, causing me to groan and clutch my stomach. Aithne was over me in a instant asking me what was wrong, but I wasn't really paying any attention to her as I was too busy with my stomach throwing a fit. The next thing I felt was my stomach rumbling something fierce.
Having a good feeling on what I was about to do I threw my head over the side of my bed.
"BBBLLLAAARRRGGGHHH!"
The flooring by my bed was covered by the contents of my stomach as well as yellow liquid mixed into it. My stomach rebellion left a bad taste in my mouth alone with a few pits of my undigested lunch. Not wanting to swallow what was once in my stomach I spat it out onto the floor.
Once I was sure that nothing else was coming out I pulled myself from the side of the bed and looked at Aithne, who was looking at the puke on the ground. Surprise was written all over her face.
I pointed at her. "I told you."
I let my hand drop to the bed.
"That wasn't supposed to happen. They told me it would heal you." She did not look at me while she shook. She seemed to be questioning everything "They" told in her mind.
"Well let's not feed me anything else that has a bunch of unknown ingredients in them, hmmm."
Aithne smiled "I will be sure to consult your stomach the next time I feed you something."
"After that you're going to have to butter him up before he even considers talking to you." I joked.
I started to pull myself up and eventually I was able to throw my feet over the side of the bed, on the opposite side of my puke, and Aithne helped me stand. She pulled my arm over her shoulder and we began our way out of the room.
Aithne pushed open the door when we got close enough. The door offered no resistance and swung open revealing the living room. The room was devoid of people other than the two of us, the room was furnished with similar furniture to the one in the room I woke up in. Aithne led me to the front door and opened it.
I had to raise my hand to block out the sunlight that was beating down on my eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light I let my arm drop, my mouth soon followed after that.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Aithne said smirking at me.
She stepped to the side revealing a plateau lined with 12 cabins, each with varying architectural themes, surrounding a humongous bonfire. North of the fire were two large cabins. There were 10 more cabins to east and west of the bonfire, five on each side. Each was probably large enough to only house two or three rooms.
To the right a little ways was an amphitheater that had many rows made from stone. Can't imagine it would be comfortable to sit on those hard stone sets for hours on end. To the left of the cabins where what appeared to be some kind of arena, along with a house stable a bit further away. In-between that was a large metal shed, its purpose unknown to me but I would probably find out what it was for in the future. There was also a large strawberry field that looked to have a few people working in it.
Further away was a large forest that look to be devoid of any buildings, but I assumed that the buildings would be in the forest and out of view. There was a lake off to the right of the cabins and I could spot a few small boats on the shore.
A horn went off in the distance and, what I assumed to be the other campers started flock to a pavilion overlooking the beach. The pavilion looked to be wall-less, side from some pillars, and roofless but from here I could not really get a good look at it.
Aithne pulled at me saying. "Come on it's time for breakfast."
We started toward the pavilion, we had to cross the river and pass all the cabins before we got to the pavilion. The pavilion had twelve tables, each table has a white cloth with purple trim over it, all of them arranged summary to the cabins outside. In the center was a large bronze brazier, it was about the size of a bathtub, the fire looked to be on the verge of breaking out of its bronze container.
I noticed that some of the tables were empty; odd considering one table looked over crowded with campers. My guess was that they were seated by cabin but why were their empty cabins? We were the last ones to get to the pavilion so I doubt their were people still on their way here.
Eyes turned to us as we entered the pavilion. I had Aithne stop assisting me once we got halfway to the pavilion, as my strength had returned to me. All of the campers started to whisper amongst themselves, while their eyes would look at me for a moment before they went back to whoever they were talking to.
"Ah, Aithne I see you brought him take him to sit with the other members of cabin 11." A man at one a table called to use. Said man was in a wheelchair but looked familiar.
Beside him was a guy that looked like a surfer dude, he had blonde hair and a bazillion eyes on his body… I chose to ignore them. There was also a guy in a tiger-striped, or leopard-spot I had no idea which, he also had a can of soda in his hands, but I could not tell that brand it was. He had black hair and a full beard; he also had a scowl on his face. There were a few other people sitting there as well, some of them being beautiful women and a few guys… with goat legs.
'Note to self, look for sanity.' I said to myself as I looked at the creatures that shouldn't exist.
Aithne nodded and led me over to the crowded table, the campers kindly made room for us as we got close. Aithne sat me down next to her, and I went back to looking around not noticing the plate that was set down in front of me before Aithne nudged me.
I looked down at the food in front of me, all of them being vegetables. I wasn't hungry but I suspected there would be no snacks. I was about to take a bite out of it when the camper next to me elbowed me. I looked at him and he gestured, with his head, to the brazier in the center of the pavilion.
"You need to give a portion of your food to the gods." He said then got up to dump some of his food into the fire.
"While in Rome I guess." I whispered to myself.
I stood up with my plate and got in the line to dump some of my food into the fire. After that was done I walked back over to my spot and took a seat. I loomed over my food then closed my eyes. I spoke a prayer to God, thanking him for my recovery and for making it to this place in one piece. I also asked him to bless the food I was about to eat while I was at it.
When I finished my prayer I started to eat my food in silence while Aithne was talking with the other people at our table. After everyone finished eating the guy in the wheelchair spoke up.
"As you all knew we had two campers join us yesterday, Aithne has already introduced herself. Now that the other has recovered he will now introduced himself." Wheelchair guy said then nodded to me to take it away.
I stood up waited as all eyes went to me. "My name is John Cross, and apparently one of my parents is a god… who knew."
A few snickers went up, before they quieted themselves back down. As I looked around the room I noticed one table that held a majority of girls who were eyeing me. All of the girls at the table seemed to have makeup on, and the guys but to a less extent. There was a gleam in the eyes of the girls that made my spine tingle and my gut instincts to yell out warnings.
The wheelchair guy nodded then spoke. "You are all dismissed prepare for your next activity."
With that all of the kids started to get up and headed out towards the cabins. I stayed with Aithne as she pointed out everything along with a short description. Apparently the cabins were there to house the demigod children of the gods, one cabin for each "major" god. Guess that explains why some of the tables at the mess hall were empty.
"So where is the undetermined cabin?" I asked a bit jokingly.
"There isn't one." Aithne answered me. "Demigods that aren't claimed stay in cabin 11 because Hermes is the god of the travelers so we all stay there until we are claimed."
That would explain why our table was full of campers, most of them were probably the children of different gods. I started to think of which god was my parent. Michael said that "She loved me" so that meant my godly parent was a female so based on the cabins here I might be able to find it out. And if I had to guess since I have a bit of my mother in me then more than likely I would share some qualities with her.
'Whoa, step aside Sherlock make room there is a new ace detective in the house.' I thought to myself.
Aithne led me to cabin 11 to get settled in, all I had were the cloths on my back so all I had to do was plop my butt down and I was as good as settled.
Cabin 11 looked the oldest and the most worn looking of the cabins, its dull brown paint was also chipped off. I guess the word maintenance is nonexistent in this camp.
We made our way into the cabin to see a bunch of campers getting ready for whatever was going on next. Aithne led me to the back of the cabin where a few bunk beds layed, most of them were occupied but one of the top beds was not.
Aithne walked over to that bunk. "This one is yours; I already put the bed sheets on for you."
"Thanks Aithne I appreciate it." I gave her one of my trademark smiles.
She blushed slightly. "No problem, I'm on the other side of the cabin so if you ever need to talk."
Aithne walked away a little quickly. Once she was gone I climbed up to my bed and sat myself down on it. There was no one else in the room so I just sat there playing with my thumbs. After a little bit of waiting I decided to lay back on my bed to find something soft pushing against my lower back.
I pulled out that ever I was lying to see the same orange shirt that Aithne was wearing.
My face fell.
I was so busy looking at the sights that I did not notice what the people were wearing the same orange t-shirt, and since everyone was wearing it no doubt they wanted me to wear it too. There was no doubt in my mind that this shirt would look ugly on me.
I sighed and tossed it on the bed.
"Yea it's not the most stylish but you learn to like it." A male voice said to me.
I turned to see a tall college-aged guy with short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, a muscular build, and sneaky look like my mother had. He was probably the guy who caused girls to squeal as he walked by. The only thing unsettling about this guy's appearance was a thick, deep pale scar that ran from the bottom of his eye down to his chin. This meant one thing to me, this guy had seen combat and had a close call with a sharp object.
I jumped down from the loft before I spoke. "I guess you're in charge of this cabin?"
The unnamed camper walked up to me, he had a few inches on me but he stopped at arm's reach in front of me.
He brought out his hand for a hand shake and said smiling. "Luke, Luck Castellan counselor of cabin 11."
I took his hand and shook it. "John, John Cross… the new guy."
Luke let a short laugh out. "Well New Guy, I hope you find out who your godly parent is."
With that Luke turned and walked away.
'Seems like a nice guy.' I thought.
The sun was high in the sky and the wind shook the trees. A boy no older than twelve stood underneath a lone tree on top of a hill. He was looking out into the distance, where a good sized town stood just beyond the forest.
The kid had black hair that was kept short and flat, his eyes were unnatural orange filled with hate and suffering. He wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans along with black boots. His arms were muscular and scared with the signs of damage and abuse.
He had come here often to clear his mind, and get away from all the women in the valley. Some of them had made it into a game to try and get him to fall for one of them. But he would not let go of his hate so easily, not after everything the women he called "mother" did to him. He would never leave himself in a position of weakness again, he would never give let that happen again.
Never again.
Footsteps came from behind him. He spared a glace back to see who it was. Upon seeing the familiar face of Sir Connor Meridius, Lord Commander of The Centurions and The First Line of Defense for their secret home.
Connor stood at six foot one a whole foot over the boy standing under the lone tree. He had his armor on and his helmet breath his right arm. Connor's face was hard and strong, with little fat on his face, he was an imposing sight. His eyes were a steel gray and his hair was brown and kept short, to a point where one could see his scalp.
"Atol." Sir Connor said. His voice was guttural rumble, rendered harsh from yelling orders and battle cries from numerous battles. "I see you are loging in a few hours of watch."
"It allows me to clear my mind, Sir Connor." Atol said not taking his eyes off the horizon.
"So it does for all of us." Connor replied standing beside the orange eyed boy. "However I bring a mission for you... It comes from the top."
Atol's eyes winded.
In all intensive purposes Connor was among the top, for him to say that meant that one of God's Officers had a mission for him. Normally such mission was border line unheard off. When one of God's Officers wanted something done they would have one of the guardian angels do it. But when one did give a mission to a knight, one could not refuse it. Not because they would face harsh punishment if they did but because it was such a high honor, one would be a fool not to take it.
Even if the chosen innovation failed his mission the mere honor of being chosen outweighed the dishonor of failing.
In all honesty, with the things he had done Atol thought that his soul would be damned to the third resurrection. After all he was the one who killed his mother, after what she had done to him. Now he was chosen by one of God's Officers to do something. Maybe this was his chances at redemption.
Connor looked to him. "Do you accept?"
"Of course." Atol replied like he didn't need to be asked.
"Hmmm, I see you still feel like you soul is damned." Connor said looking into the boys eyes. "The only thing that is wrong with you soul is that you still hold on to so much hate."
Atol did not reply.
Connor sighed. "But I did not come here to give you a sermon."
Connor paused for a moment to let the thought process fade. The subject of Atol's hate was always a touchy subject for him but Connor knew that the Lord was working on him and he would soon let his hate go.
"You are familiar with the Greek gods, yes?"
Atol nodded. He had read up on them during supernormal class, and so far he would be 100% happy with never running into them. Less he start his own crusade against them.
"It would appear that our secrecy from them will be ending soon." Connor said grimly.
"What? Has a rouge sold information to them for a bit of coin?!" Atol said angry.
"Not quite. You see there is a Lawbringer that lives in New York, at one point one of the Greek gods found interest in him. I do not know the specifics but apparently they had a child, making him one of the few knight demigod hybrids to exist. They think that once he is discovered to have knight powers he will either be killed or banished."
Connor turned to face Atol. "Or they will breed him off to the other gods so that their children will have the power of the knights."
Atol face darkened and his temperature started to rise.
"As you can imagine our Lord will not allow him to suffer such a fate." Connor paused for a moment. "This is your mission you and three others are too make your way to New York City. There you will meet with his father and his acting mother; they will provide you with a place to rest as well as food. Then you will find the precise location of their base infiltrate it and watch over the young knight."
"And when he is found out?" Atol asked.
"Do what you need to get him out of their and bring him back to his parents." Connor answered him. "Most likely they will have you escort him back here."
"I see... Who will be leading the team?"
"You will as you are a warden. You will be leading a peacekeeper, shinobi, and raider."
Atol gridded his teeth. He knew for certain that at least one of team members would be female and it would interfere in his leadership. Connor noticed this.
"The raider is a female, so you know." Connor said knowing that this would displease him even further.
Atol let go of a heavy sigh. "I will put my feelings aside for the sake of the mission and the life that could be on the line."
Connor nodded with approval as this is should be. Connor had the power to take Atol off this mission if he needed to, but he felt the sincerity in Atol's words. It would be difficult but he will be better for it.
"Good now go to mission deployment to meet your squad. I will take over your watch." Connor said adorning his helmet.
Atol saluted and started back into the forest. Atol returned to the town twenty minutes later, and went straight for mission deployment. Many of the other Knights, Samurai, and Vikings looked upon him with a wary eye. For they knew what he had done, the evidence was on his body, in his attitude... on his blade.
Atol soon entered the mission deployment ward and made his way to the Operator. It did not take him long for the Operator was near the entrance to mission deployment. Once he got the room number of his team he proceeded to it. Once he found the right door he opened it and step in.
Three heads turned to me his gaze.
The room itself wasn't very large only being big enough to comfortably hold seven people and still have enough room to move around in. In the center of the room was a oval table for four people to sit at, the table was covered by a map of the United States with outposts, safe-houses, and supply zones marked with colored pins. There was a weapon rack on one side of the room that was almost empty cept for a few throwing knives and pistols.
Two people were sitting at the table while one was leaning against the wall.
"So you're our leader for this mission." The muscle bound female scoffed at him.
Atol turned to look at her. She had piercing green eyes that meet his like a wolf; her hair was black and was messy like she rarely groomed it. She wore blue jeans and a torn gray t-shirt with a dark green jacket over it. It was obvious that she was the raider of that would be joining the mission.
"Lay off Tola, he is an Inferno Knight he could put you down in thirty seconds flat." The only other guy in the room said.
The guy who had spoken was the one leaning up against the wall with a kunai spinning in his hand. He was wearing a black jacket, which was zipped up, and black cargo pants. His hair was a dark brown and his eyes a lighter brown then his hair. From his appearance Atol guess that he was the shinobi.
The last person in the room sat silent just stared at Atol. The peacekeeper had blond hair and blue eyes. Her face was devoid of emotion. She wore blue jeans, but they were un-ripped unlike the raider's, and a leather jacket over a white shirt, that showed a little bit of her breasts.
"Oh Piss off Malik, just wanted to know." The female raider growled back.
"Listen up." Atol ordered before the shinobi could reply. "Our mission is a multi-face Operation that will consist of Scouting, Infiltration, VIP Extraction, and VIP Escort."
"That explains the two spooks here." Tola said glazing at the two assassin types.
The two assassins glared back at her, before they looked back to Atol.
"Who are we going up against?" The Shinobi asked pushing himself off the wall and joining the other two warriors in the center of the room.
"Greeks." Atol growled out.
It was then the peacekeeper spoke for the first time. "Why are we moving against the Greeks we have no reason to reveal ourselves to them after all this time?"
Atol's orange eyes dug into the peacekeepers, but he diverted them to the group to keep his anger in check.
"A lawbringer was discovered by one of their gods, luckily they did not find out what he is but they did have a child. Our mission is to find him and bring him to his parents when he discovers his powers."
"What, the Greek gods took this Lawbringer's son and now we have to find him. They better not be expecting us to run all the way to New York." The raider said crossing her arms.
Atol walked over to the head chair and sat down. There was a data pad in front of him on the table, after he entered his ID number and mission code the data pad started to show him a list of things he, and his squad, would be provided for this mission.
"We are being provided with a Tier one mobile base for transport there and it will serve as our base then we find their base, standard viewing equipment, fake IDs, civilian clothes, and firearms will be provided. Any questions?"
The peacekeeper raised her hand.
Atol nodded to her.
"What are we up against?" She asked more for the enemy units rather than the faction.
"Most likely demigods, so expect elemental powers with good basic sword fighting but no form, and the common monster from both of our factions." Atol answered her.
"How long is this mission?" Malik asked.
"Until the knight we are looking for discovers his powers as a knight."
"What type of knight is he?" The raider asked somewhat interested.
"Based on his father we believe him to be a lawbringer."
None of the other warriors said anything thing after that.
"Now that the questions are out of the way we will move on to deployment." Atol said putting the data pad down beside him. "We will take the standard routes throw the states until we arrive at New York. Once there we will meet up with our targets parents from there our plan will develop further."
"Well what are we waiting for let's go." Tola said impatiently standing up and moving toward the exit.
The rest of the team soon followed suit and were on their way to the vehicle hanger.
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