Percy's POV
Whispers. That's all I can hear is whispers, annoying fucking whispers that I can't even understand. Damn I hate mumbling, where am I anyway? I try to open my eyes but the best I managed to do was a sliver and even that was to much as I close my eyes again. The whispers stop immediately and I can't help but feel the urge to just disappear. I mean I can but it's very tiresome and besides with my luck if I tried to do it now, I would still live through it. I feel a hand on my arm and tense up instinctively " easy young one you are safe and no one will hurt you.." that voice, I know that voice. I peek open my eyes again " horse man? What's going on? Where am I? Who are you?" The horse man raised his hands in the universal symbol of calm, yeah right like I'll trust you that damn easy. " I am chiron you where in a very, uh, dangerous state and brought you here to the big house so I could treat your injuries personally" I think for a moment after this and I have only one thing to ask him " why?" The horse man looks completely stunned " I don't understand what you me young one" playing dumb I see well last test this on for size " why would you help me? No offence horse man but if there's one thing I do know is that no one does anything Endless they want something. So why did you help me?" The horse man crossed his arms with an amused expression but his eyes shown with curiosity and worry. Finally he answers after forever " why not?" Wait what? What the hell is up with this horse? "Excuse me?" He simply smirked " why not? You were hurt I was there so why not" i think for a long time " you are weird horse man." He sighs "I'm a centaur." " I don't care your a horse and your a man a horse man" with that I went back to sleep
Chiron
I couldn't help but wonder as I stated down at the boy. 'What has he been through? What has he seen? Why was he alone? Why does he feel he cannot trust another?' but with every though I look to the blood soaked rags on the bedside table soaking in warm water, the blood silver with ribbons of deep red woven in. I stare at the blood in a mix of disgusting nauseating amazement for never have I seen blood mix in such a way. It was as though the silver immortal blood was dancing alongside that of a mortal to create forbidden harmony, but as I look back to the now sleeping child I feel a strong urge to show him that there is more to life than just misery and pain and i know for certain that it will be the most challenging trial I will ever have faced 'may the goddess Hestia aid me in the challenge I face...' with that I turn from the boy to have a greatly needed rest in the living room.
Up on Mount Olympus Hestia smiles having hear Chiron's prayers as she tends to the hearth and whispers " I will help as much as I can ..." And with that she focuses once more on the hearth.