Me again! Here's the second chapter! Just to let you guys know, I will not be adding a quest into this story because I can't think of a quest and by the time I would finish this story, the book would already be out!
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Chapter 2 Hazel's POV
"Frank, stop poking me," Hazel turned to the guy and glared at him. She knew her glare wasn't that intimidating. She rarely got mad at anyone, so she never had time to practice it. Frank sighed.
"Sorry Haze, I'm just so bored," He sighed and yawned at the same time. She couldn't blame him. It was there day for guard duty and it wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. You had to miss almost a full day of training and just stand outside a door, waiting for something to happen. You couldn't even go inside for meals, some other campers brought food out for you.
She sighed with him and leaned against the big, giant door. It wasn't just any other door, though. It only responded to a demigod touch. So say a mortal or monster touched the door, they would either be electrocuted, frozen, fried, burned, shot, etc.. It changed every time.
"Me too, Frankie." He wrinkled his nose.
"Please, don't call me Frankie."
"Don't call me Haze. I don't even know why I have that nickname. Are people just too lazy to pronounce the L?" He laughed and poked her with one of his arrows.
"I kind of like it, it makes you sound mysterious. It reminds me of fog and mist." She laughed at his description, because she wasn't mysterious at all.
"Really? Because to me it sounds like I just woke up or something and can't think straight." He laughed loudly.
"You never think straight, so that does sound sort of like you." Hazel punched him lightly on the arm. He chuckled and turned towards the river. Frank squinted and pointed.
"Hey, what's that?" She looked over and saw what he meant. Pretty much all of the naiads were sinking back into the water as a guy carrying what looked like an old hermit lady climbed out of the river.
Now, don't ask her how that guy crossed the water because she had no idea. That river was humongous and invisible to mortal eyes. Usually, when new demigods came they were brought over by a faun and they would send out a signal to send out a canoe so they could cross or they would be magically transported.
Hazel and Frank ran towards the two as the hermit lady said something to the guy and disappeared. The guy twitched and let out a horrible scream. He immediately stopped though and lay still. She took her dagger out as she neared him.
She watched as bruises began to spread all over the guy's body. He was handsome, but didn't seem her type. His sea green eyes really stood out with his shaggy black hair and he wore an orange shirt with words that looked scratched out, along with a pair of basketball shorts. Hazel turned her attention away from Mystery Boy as Frank spoke.
"What's your name and what are you doing here?" She rolled her eyes. He acted as if the boy could actually respond.
"Frank, it's obvious the guys not going to answer us, besides it looked like he just got attacked by a stampede of hellhounds."
He shrugged and sheathed his sword away. He picked back up his bow.
"You never know, he could be a left over spy from the war." Did he always have to make unrealistic predictions?
"I highly doubt that. He probably just…" She trailed off because she couldn't think of any possible scenarios for this guy. Frank gave her a look. She sighed.
"Alright, what should we do with him, take him to the infirmary or leave him here?" He looked thoughtful for a moment and then kneeled down next to the guy. She noticed that the guy was now passed out.
"First, I'm going to check him over for any other possible injuries. There's nothing I can do to treat bruises, but he might be hurt some other way. If he seems safe, we'll let him in."
Hazel nodded her head. Frank was an Apollo kid and one of the best healers. She thought about how lucky the boy was that it had been Frank and her on duty. Out of all the kids at camp, they were probably one of the few laid back people. She thought about how many other campers would have just killed this guy on the spot and shivered.
She watched as Frank looked over the guy. He opened his eyelids and looked for a pulse. As he set to work, Hazel sat down next to him. She emptied the Mystery Boy's pockets and found a crumpled up piece of paper with words on a different language on it, a ballpoint pen, and a picture.
Hazel studied the picture carefully. It had been taken at a distance and it showed the backs of two people looking out at a beach. The two people were holding hands and one was a few inches shorter than the other. From what she could tell, the shorter one was a curly haired blonde girl and the other one looked like the guy they had just found. Of course, she couldn't be sure since she couldn't see their faces.
Hazel stuffed the picture into her pocket and put the pen and piece of paper back into the boy's jeans. She didn't know why, but she wanted to keep this picture and study it. Of course she felt guilty, but she could always give it back later.
Frank stood up and flashed a dazzling smile. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had just the tiniest crush him. They had known each other since they were nine and they were sixteen now.
"Doesn't seem to be hurt except for the bruises. I think it's safe to take him in. Wonder why he's here alone."
Hazel just nodded her head and grabbed the guy's arms as Frank grabbed his feet. She had only gone a few steps when she almost dropped the guy.
"Oh my gods, he's dry! But didn't he just climb out of the river?"
It was true; she saw it with her own eyes. The boy had climbed out of the river and now she just realized he was dry. Frank looked at the boy with extreme curiosity and something else she couldn't make out.
"No time to worry about that now. Let's keep going." When we reached the door Hazel pressed her back against it and it slid open. The door wasn't very helpful during the war when traitor demigods would attack, but it still worked.
"Who do you think his godly parent is?" Frank asked as we entered the camp and passed by the arena on our way to the infirmary.
"I don't know. He doesn't look like an Apollo kid, so he's probably not your brother. Plus, he doesn't look related to me either, so not a Ceres kid."
He nodded his head and we walked in silence for a little. Most people would stare at us as we walked by, but some people were too caught up in there training. That reminded her. She stopped Dakota and Bobby who were walking towards the mess hall.
"Hey do you think you can take over guard duty for a little bit so we can take care of this guy?"
The two boys nodded their heads and set off in a different direction. They passed by the cabins, armory, and the amphitheater. When they got to the infirmary they laid him down on one of the beds.
"So what do we do now? Lupa's not here and we already checked him over for injuries." She looked around the room and noticed that nobody else was in here besides the cat that the camp had found a few months back and decided to keep.
"I guess we just wait for now." No sooner had he said that then two girls came running in.
"Hey, we saw you dragging this camper in and decided to follow. Where's his protector?"
The girl that had spoken was one of her best friends, Reyna daughter of Mercury. The other girl was Gwen, daughter of Bacchus, the only one here at that.
"That's the thing, he doesn't seem to have one. I think he swam across the river and when he got out her was dry."
As Frank said this, she got the uneasy feeling that she was forgetting something. There was someone who was with the Mystery Boy, an old lady. Oh well, she'll just have to ask the boy about it when he wakes up. No point in mentioning it now.
"Do you think his protector got hurt on the way here?" Gwen asked while twirling her long, black hair.
"Maybe, but he seems really old to be joining the camp now. Most campers come around here when they're nine. He looks around seventeen or so. Do you think he knows anything about Jason?"
Hazel sighed. Reyna asked that about every camper. Her and Jason were really close, like brother and sister. Of course, the Venus cabin always squealed that they would make a really cute couple, but that would be like Lupa dating one of the campers.
"I don't think so Reyna, not to burst your bubble, but what are the chances of that?"
Reyna nodded and sat down on a chair, while Gwen went over to study the boy. Hazel like Gwen, she was a very quiet girl and was very mysterious, but she was really nice too.
"What's this?" She looked over at Gwen and noticed she was looking at something on the guy's neck.
Hazel walked over there and examined the thing. It was a beaded necklace with a total of four beads on it. The first one was a trident, the second one was what looked like a golden fleece, the third was a maze, and the last one looked like the Empire State building with a bunch of names around it.
"That's odd, maybe he was part of a summer camp or something and he made that. Who knows?"
Gwen just shrugged and walked back over to the door. She opened it and looked back over at us.
"If you'll please excuse me, I have to go. Earlier today Dakota and Bobby played a little prank on me and I would like to repay them."
Hazel shivered as Gwen walked out. Even if her father wasn't one of the consentes dii, the guy was still a pretty scary man, which meant Gwen could be a pretty scary girl.
Reyna walked over next to me. She looked a little disappointed and Hazel couldn't blame her. Jason had been gone almost three months now and we still didn't have a trace of him.
"I better go make sure she doesn't do anything permanent. Tell me if that dude knows anything when he wakes up. See ya guys later."
Once she was gone Hazel walked right back over to the boy. Frank was there too, examining him.
"How long do you think he'll be out?"
"Hard to say, probably not much longer. It's not like he was knocked out or anything. For all we know, he could be in a coma."
Hazel was starting to get anxious. She reached into her pocket and touched the picture that she had stolen from the boy's pocket.
"What do you think happened to him? This guy seems very strange, do you think we can trust him?"
The Roman part of her told her that she should stop being so unsure and that this guy should just be taken hostage.
But the mortal part of her was filled with concern for the boy and what the boy might do.
"My guess is as good as yours. Might as well get to waiting though." They both sat down on the chairs next to the bed and stared at the boy.
Hazel decided to think about the bruises on the guy's arms and legs, there were even a few on his face. How did he get them and how long will it take for them to fade? Was he always covered in bruises?
She once again touched the picture in her pocket and a huge wave of guilt washed over her. This item probably meant a lot to the guy. After all, the only other possessions he had were a pen and a used piece of paper.
Hazel got up and walked over to the boy. Maybe she could secretly slip it back in without Frank noticing. Just as she was about to grab the picture from her jeans and jam it back into the guy's pockets, his eyes snapped wide open.
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