Sorry, this one's a bit short, but I couldn't real elongate it. Also, Henry is an OC and not supposed to represent Percy. Percy will show up in like, two chapters. If you enjoy, please review! Reviews keep me going!
A week later, I burst into flames in front of the whole camp.
It was a Friday, s'mores and campfire songs night, and we were all gathered around one giant bonfire roasting marshmallows and singing stupid songs that we'd learned as kids. The stars twinkled high above us, not obscured by one cloud. We were halfway through a rendition of Three Short-Necked Buzzards when I saw her. A girl, couldn't have been older than eight, sitting right by the flames, poking at the logs with a long stick. Maybe she felt my stare on her back or maybe she just knew I was there, but she turned and we locked eyes. All of a sudden, the world seemed to slow around meas the little girl's eyes widened. She had dark acorn skin like mine and the curliest hair flowing half-way down her back. Her amber eyes bored into mine, and I could see a fire reflected in them. Before I could open my mouth to call out to her, she disappeared. It was as my eyes swept the crowd searching for her that Luke, who had taken it upon himself to be my friend, turned to me with shock in his eyes.
"Henry, you're on fire!" He exclaimed, pointing at my shirt. Sure enough, ethereal white flames licked at the bright orange fabric. Strangely, they didn't seem to actually burn me, but I was sure as hell terrified all the same. I began trying to beat them out, but the flames only spread to cover my whole body. At this point, I had the attention of the whole camp. Every cabin, including mine, were gawking at me. Chiron was the only one who calmly approached me, a sad look in his usually bright eyes.
"You have been claimed, Mr. Kovu." He said in his soft baritone, "Come with me."
Still covered in white flames, I followed Chiron out of the ring of shocked people and towards the farmhouse in the distance.
Clover met us on the front porch, her eyes wide.
"Chiron, sir, what does it mean?" She asked, worry lacing her words.
Chiron ignored her and went straight into the farmhouse. I followed close behind, Clover bleating anxiously as I closed the door behind me.
Chiron led me down the hallway and into the third door on the left. Inside the lights were dim, but I could see Mr. D sitting at a table with a can of Diet Coke in front of him. Chiron gestured for me to sit and I did so, avoiding Mr. D's dark stare. The flames seemed to be dying out, but they still cast a white glow on the wall, my shadow inked in the middle. The silence in the room was deafening, but I was too scared to break it.
Finally, Mr. D shifted in his chair and leaned forward, "So, Mr. Kovu, it seems as if you've been claimed."
His voice was serious, not something I would have expected from him, but it seemed appropriate for the atmosphere.
"I guess so, sir." I said, still looking down.
Chirons hoof clopped nervously on the floor. The flames died out entirely.
Mr. D sighed and stood, "Do you know who your godly parent is now, boy?"
I shook my head, "No, sir."
I had been raking my brain for answers, but none had come to me. Luke had told me how most godly parents claimed their children, but this was not one of the ways he had told me about.
Chiron stepped closer to me, "Henry, your godly parent is... well..."
"Hestia, the virgin goddess of hearth and home. Well, supposedly virgin." Mr. D broke in in a clipped tone, "You aren't supposed to exist, Mr. Kane."
"Kovu." I corrected absentmindedly, "But there isn't a cabin for Hestia, is there?"
Chiron looked down guiltily at the floor as Mr. D shook his head, "No, there isn't. A child of Hestia has no place in Camp Half-Blood."
His dangerous tone shocked me to the core, "Then... what do I do?"
"You leave."