Probably should not be starting another story right now, but this is something I've been planning out for a few months now. Not sure when I'll update next, but for now, tell me if you think I should continue or not.

When Oliver had agreed to leave with Mar Novu, he hadn't known what to expect. But appearing on a hillside had not been on his list.

"Where are we?" Oliver asked Novu, looking around in confusion.

"Home. At least your home," Novu said blankly.

Oliver looked at him in annoyance before he sighed. Oliver looked around, frowning as he wondered why Novu had brought them here. It was just a regular country side road, except for the dragon sleeping by the pine tree.

Wait, what?

Oliver whirled around, glancing back at the sleeping dragon. It was about as large as a car with copper scales, a low rumble leaving its mouth as it slept. Oliver stared at, trying to process what he was seeing.

"You are not imagining things," Novu said, breaking Oliver out of his thoughts.

"W-what is this?" Oliver asked in a low voice. "I've seen Metahumans, magic, aliens but…what is this?"

"Journey passed the dragon and you will find the answers you are looking for," Novu told him.

Blankly, Oliver looked passed the…thing (he was still having trouble thinking of it as a dragon). About a foot from the tree, there was an archway that seemed to be made of stone pillars. At the top it had something engraved on it. It took a moment for Oliver to read what it was.

"Camp Half-Blood?" Oliver muttered.

"You're journey starts here," Novu told him. "You must align yourself with the sea's son and Wisdom's daughter. They will help guide you on your way."

Oliver turned around to ask him what he was talking about. But by the time he turned his head, Novu was gone, as if he'd never been there at all.

Oliver was tempted to just say screw it. To hitchhike to the nearest gas station or hotel and call Diggle, get a ride back to the cabin, return to his wife and daughter. But he'd come this far, he reasoned. Besides, it beat standing in the middle of the road at night.

Oliver walked towards the archway and, as he neared the dragon, it popped one yellow eye open. Oliver stilled, not sure if the dragon would consider him a threat or not. It regarded him silently for several moments, its snake like head tilted to the side as if it wasn't sure what to make of him. Then, it seemed to shrug, closing its eyes as it resumed sleep.

Oliver eyed it for several more moments before he continued on his journey. As he neared the archway, he realized something. The words at the top were written in symbols, in Greek. And yet he could read them like they were written in English.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Oliver muttered as he walked through the archway.

Oliver felt a strange sensation as he entered the camp, like he had just passed through some invisible barrier. As he walked through the camp, he decided it was strangest place he had ever seen. In two rows on opposite side, ten cabins stood, each, making twenty in total. But they had all different designs. One looked like was an overgrown garden, while another looked like a steel factory. What was this place, Oliver thought in a mix of bewilderment and awe.

Oliver moved passed the cabins and towards a house on the end. It was homey, he thought idly as neared the baby blue house. Sitting on the front porch was a man in a wheel chair. He had dark brown hair that was combed nicely combed and a matching beard, neatly trimmed. He smiled as he saw Oliver approach, as though he had been expecting Oliver for some time.

"Welcome Oliver Queen," the man greeted him as Oliver stepped up to the front porch.

"You're not surprised to see me," Oliver noted.

"You're arrival was foretold to me many years ago by a friend," the man said simply.

On any other day, this would have taken Oliver back. But somehow, his didn't surprise Oliver, as though he'd been expecting it.

"Who are you? What is this place?" Oliver demanded.

"This is Camp Half-Blood, home to heroes. Not like you and The Flash, but the heroes who remain in the shadows, the stories who are never told," the man said as he turned his wheel chair around. "Come. You must be tired."

"But-" Oliver started hotly.

"I know you have questions, and I will answer all of them in the morning. But you look dead on your feet. And it is a conversation best had over breakfast, when you've had a chance to rest your mind," the man said.

Oliver wanted to argue, wanted to demand answers. But the man reminded him of Yao-Fei in that pushing would only give a headache. Not to mention he was exhausted.

"Who are you?" Oliver asked as he walked the steps, following after the man.

"I have been known by many names in my lifetime. But here, I am known as Chiron," the man said simply.

A voice in the back of Oliver's mind that sounded a lot like Thea told him that that name was familiar for some reason. But Oliver was too fed up and tired to care. So he followed Chiron, hoping the morning would bring him the answers he wanted.

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