The Lost Son of Kronos

by The Blade of Anaklusmos

A story with almost no end in sight, based on Percy Jackson and the Olympians. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympian series, nor do I own any of the characters within the Story. I only own Jason from this story , Billy, and Stacey.

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

As we flew off into the cold night sky, I was really wishing I hadn't taken off my jacket when I was fighting Hades, but it was too late to turn back now. Over the span of 15 minutes, I had learned how to steer my Pegasus and control the altitude I was flying at. The sight from the sky was beautiful no matter which way you looked. If you looked down you could see the night life of NYC, and if you looked up you could see the beautiful sky, filled with millions and millions of stars piercing the darkness of the night. As we got farther and farther from home, I decided to pull up next to Billy and ask a couple of questions. "Hey Billy, where did you say we were going again?" "Were going to Camp Half Blood, the only place safe for people like you and me" Billy replied calmly as if he flew like this every day. "What do you mean the only place safe for people like you and me? I've lived in New York for all my life, and I didn't have a problem until today." "It'll be easier to explain things when were on the ground, but in brief you're the son of one of the Olympian gods. Over the course of the first week at camp you should get claimed, and if you don't then you get to sleep in the Hermes Cabin." "Wait, so the Olympian gods are real? Wouldn't the media know about something like this?" I asked. "No, they don't because any living being that doesn't have one drop of godly blood in them is affected by this fog like magic called the Mist. When any magical item or creature comes in contact with the air, it generates mist. The Mist changes what the mortals see so they could understand and comprehend it. There are a few exceptions to this rule of course, some mortals like Rachel Dare can see through the mist, and see what's really going on." "I know that's a lot to take in especially when you've just fought a god, and are riding on a flying horse, but you'll have time at camp to take in and understand what I just said." "You said this camp is the only safe place….Safe from what exactly?" I asked. "It's the only safe place from monsters, demons, and angry gods. People like you and Stacey would be called demigods, and a person like me would be called a Satyr. I'll show you the introduction tape when we get there." I looked up to Stacey to see that she was fast asleep on the horses back. Out of all the beautiful things up here, I think that was the best one.