Hello Everyone! Welcome back to the fifth chapter.

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Chapter 5: I Get Hypnotized

I woke up a few times during the span of a few days. The first time I woke up, I was being spoon fed some yellow pudding, that tasted like popcorn by the same kid with curly blond hair.

I could now see that he had a tan, and he would've looked like a stereotypical California guy, except for his startling gray eyes that ruined the image. I followed his line of sight, and I saw that he was staring at my you know what's. Creep, I thought.

He must've seen my eyes open somehow, and started asking, "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

"What?" I said, but you could barely hear it because my voice was so weak.

He looked around the room, his gray eyes turning stormy, as if expecting someone to overhear our conversation. "What's going on? What was stolen?" I didn't have time for his questions, or his pervy behavior, so I went back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, I noticed that there was a blond surfer guy, with eyes all over his body, next to the door. What the heck, I thought, before I fell asleep again.

When I finally woke up, I was on the porch of the house that I stumbled upon last night. Next to the chair that I was on, there was a table with a glass of what looked like apple juice with a straw in it.

I looked up from the table, and saw that I was in the middle of a green meadow, with green hills in the distance. It was a warm day, since it was summer, and the breeze smelled of strawberries.

I turned towards the table again, and reached for the drink. I had it in my hands, when a familiar voice said, "Sephie, you're awake!" Is that Grover, I thought. Apparently, my thoughts were taking up my concentration, and I almost dropped the drink. A pair of hands caught the glass, and I turned to see that it was Grover, "Careful, Sephie."

"Grover," I started, but my throat hurt when I talked. I cleared my throat and started again. "Grover, where are we?"

"At the camp. Where'd you think we were going two days ago?" Two day, I thought, panicked. What did he mean.

"What do you mean two days?" I asked.

"Well, you were unconscious for two days. After, you know…" He trailed off after that.

"So you're telling me that what happened with my mom, it really happened?" I asked, hoping he would tell me that it was a scary dream.

"Yeah, that happened." He said dejectedly. He handed me a shoe box, and said, "I, uh got this for you. It was the least I could do."

I opened the box, and saw the minotaur horn inside. My heart swelled up with sadness, because this was just confirmation that my mom was gone, and that the greek gods and goddesses were somewhat real, and I was apart of their world somehow.

"Thank you, Grover." I said, tears hot in my eyes. I quickly willed those tears away. I am not going to cry over this, I thought.

I focused on the meadows in front of us. There was a winding stream, going through the hills, the forest, and the flatter parts. There were strawberries under the blue sky. There was the giant pine tree on the biggest hill, even that looked beautiful.

The world should be black and cold. My mom had just died, how could everything be so beautiful?!

"I'm so sorry, Sephie." He sniffled. "It's all my fault, I was, I was supposed to protect you. I, I'm a failure! I'm the worst satyr in the world-" He completely broke down after that. Why is he upset, his mother didn't just die to a not so mythical beast, I thought angrily.

Whoah, where did that come from? This is Grover here. He's the nicest person I know. I need to calm down, and figure out what we are going to do at this camp.

I started to get dizzy, so I put the straw up to my lips, and took a sip. I almost spit out the drink at the taste, because I expected it to be apple juice. Instead, it tasted like my mom's chocolate chip cookies, but in liquid form. "What does it taste like?" Grover's question caught me off guard, and I almost dropped the glass in surprise.

"Oh, sorry I didn't give you any. It tastes like my mother's chocolate chip cookies." I didn't realize that I had drank the whole glass, until I went to get another drink, only to find that there was nothing left but the air in the glass.

"How do you feel?" Grover asked.

"Like I could deck Nancy Bobofit without breaking a sweat?" I replied with a smile, imagining what that would look like.

"Oh, Mr D. and Chiron are waiting. Come on!" He urged, as he walked away, and motioned me to follow.

I was a little scared to see Mr. Brunner, because the last time I saw him, I basically insulted him. What if he hates me now?

We walked along the porch towards the back of the house, and I saw 2 men at the table playing poker. One was a short pudgy man in a lion print shirt, and had bloodshot eyes that just screamed Alcoholic!. The other man was definitely Mr. Brunner, but I guess that he was THE Chiron.

I looked up from the table I was studying, and saw the boy with the blond hair was leaning on the porch next to them, and I saw that I was a good three or four inches taller than him. Serves him right, I thought.

I turned back towards the people at the table and said, "I'm guessing that you were pretending to be my teacher, right Mr. Brunner, or Chiron?" His face showed surprise, but I didn't have time to dwell on his face. "And I'm guessing that you're Mr. D. Nice to meet you."

Mr. Br- Chiron got over his shock and replied, "Yes Sephie, here I am called Chiron. It is nice to see that you have woken up. I was getting worried."

"If you are THE Chiron, then how are still alive? And how is this camp in American, if the heroes trained in Greece? They're called the GREEK Gods for a reason." He just laughed at my eagerness for answers. I know you might think that I'm not very smart, but I do strive for knowledge.

"As long as young heroes need training, I will be here. For the camp question, the gods move with the heart of the west. It is sort of like a flame. Wherever the flame is brightest, the gods will be there. Do you understand so far?" I nodded at this.

He took a deep breath before starting again, "Good. You may be wondering how they moved from Greece to America, correct?" Another nod in response. "Well, the flame moved from Greece, to Rome, then to Germany, then Spain, and so on and so on, and then it finally ended up in America."

I took a few moments to fully understand what was being said, and then asked, "So my dad really is a god?"

"Yes, Sephie. If he wasn't, then you wouldn't be allowed inside the camp." Chiron replied.

Mr. D. took this moment to finally say something, "I guess she isn't totally useless. She at least has brains." Maybe he's not so bad, I thought.

"Maybe Theseus will be able to give you a tour of the camp." Chiron suggested.

"Hey! I thought you said that I could give her a tour." Said the boy that was leaning against the rail, but was now walking towards the table.

"Just because you like her, Anthony, doesn't mean that you get to do it." Chiron replied, probably embarrassing the heck out of the boy, if his red face had anything to say about it.

"I...uhh...don't…" The boy, now named Anthony, stammered.

"Go back to your activities, Aaron." Mr. D said, not even caring that he said his name wrong.

Anthony looked red from embarrassment and rage, but stomped off anyways. What a loser, I thought. You might think that I'm mean, but you try having your mom taken away from you. You would be acting like this too.

"Grover, could you go find Theseus for me?" Chiron asked.

"Yes, Chiron." Grover replied, before running off to find this Theseus dude.

I turned back towards Mr. D, and wondered who he could be. When we were talking about the Western Civilization, and the gods, he seemed oddly interested. What if he's a god, I thought questionably.

Let's start off with the Olympian gods. Zeus, no. Poseidon, no. Apollo, no. Hermes, no, too busy. Dionysus, maybe. He's the god of… wine. What's he drinking.

I looked towards the table, and saw him summon some drink that was red. Wait, summon! He's a god. Is that wine. The substance changed before my very eyes into what looks like coke.

"Are you Dionysus?" I asked hesitantly. What, you never know. The gods were made out to be very lethal to people who didn't grovel at their feet.

He looked shocked for a moment, before turning suspicious. "How did you figure that out? Who are you? Are you a threat to this camp?" I looked into his eyes, and was shocked to see the purple iris erupt into flames.

I saw flashes of this camp, but then it turned into the same place, but it was void of anything but the nature. It was terrifyingly beautiful. I was captivated by the images. They were flashing in between the images, it felt like I wasn't even in my body anymore.

3rd POV

Sephie's eyes glazed over. They weren't the beautiful sea-green anymore, they were now a yellow-ish green. She was hypnotized by the surreal dream-like images she was seeing. The now recognized Dionysus realized that if he didn't stop this soon, she would be lost in madness forever.

His eyes suddenly stopped it's inner fire, and returned back to their natural grape purple color.

1st POV

I was snapped out of my trance by the snapping of Dionysus' fingers. "I am sorry for doing that Sephie, I should've stopped sooner than I did. You were on the brink of madness for a second." I was shocked by the sincereness of his voice, and so was Chiron, because his face showed only shock.

"I, um, it's fine Dionysus. Just please don't do it again. That was terrifying."I said, with a tear rolling down my face.

"Well, let's go find Theseus, Sephie." Chiron said, as he started to get up from his wheelchair. He started to move up and up, until he was starting to get above my height. When he was finally done getting up, I was looking at a white stallion, with Chiron's upper body where it's neck would be.

"What a relief. "I've been stuck in that wheelchair for so long. Now, come along Sephie." And with that, he left the porch, with me racing after him.