So, the two Half-Bloods had been educated on Half-Bloods, Monsters and Gods, on the way to the camp.
At the moment, they were on an Aeroplane, and the flight was almost over. Grover sat with his head on Ayden's shoulder, the Satyr was asleep, and drooling. Ayden rolled his eyes. Oh Great, that's just what I needed, a Satyr drooling all over me Ayden thought, staring out the window next to him.
He turned to look at Marcus, who was also sleeping. Ayden rolled his eyes again. He looked back out the window, at the city of New York, as they neared it. At that point he glanced at the Empire State Building, where he had been told that Mount Olympus was.
He began to wonder who his father was. He knew it had to be a male god, because his other had been alive for the first four years of his life. After the four years, she had died in a house fire, that Ayden had mysteriously survived.
A tear formed in the corner of his eye. Just thinking of that day made him cry. He wiped the tear away, and began to wonder who Marcus's father was.
From what Ayden had heard, he decided it couldn't be Ares, not a chance, Marcus was just too peaceful. And other than that, Marcus hadn't shown any specific powers, unlike Ayden, who had only recently been able to control and create fire.
I must be a son of Hephaestus, after all, he is the god of fire…hang on, does that mean I have power over metal as well? Ayden thought. His eyes glanced to the metal tray his dinner had been on. Ayden glanced around, to make sure nobody was watching. Wait! I don't need to worry about that because of this 'Mist' thing! Ayden thought, placing his hands on the tray. He pictured the tray crumpling up into a ball, and closed his eyes. "Come on." He whispered.
Ayden opened his eyes, and saw that the tray had been turned into a ball. His tawny eyes flashed with excitement. Wow! Control over metal and fire! I must really be a son of Hephaestus! This is so damn cool! Ayden thought, quite pleased with himself.
At that moment he heard an air hostess walking towards him. Dammit! I'd better turn it back to a tray! Ayden thought, turning the tray back into a tray.
Then it began to dawn on Ayden why he was strong. If his father was the blacksmith of the gods, then his father would be naturally strong. Maybe I inherited that strength! Ayden thought, getting a little more excited.
Ayden then remembered their reactions, from a few hours ago…….
Grover had been explaining to them about the gods and myths and the like, but had put off telling them they were Demi-Gods.
"So why exactly are we so important that makes us Half-Bloods?" Marcus had asked. Grover had just grinned. "Well, either your mother or your father is a god." Grover answered simply. Marcus nearly feinted, but Ayden's jaw just dropped. "Both our mothers are dead, that must mean our father's are Gods!" Ayden stated, looking a little over-excited.
Ayden grinned at the memory. Well, If I ever make it to 21 years old…I'm definitely telling that story Ayden thought.
The plane touched down and Ayden woke his companions. "Come on guys, lets go." Ayden said, walking off the plane.
The other two had followed him. "Say Grover, how are we going to get to this camp place of yours?" Marcus asked, yawning afterwards.
Grover sighed. "I hadn't really thought of that, uh, I guess we could walk." Grover answered, sheepishly.
Marcus looked like he could punch the Satyr, Ayden looked ready to kick Grover, and Grover looked like he was ready to run away.
And so, the trio began to walk to Long Island. Marcus moaned. "Why can't we be magically teleported by the Gods to the camp?" Marcus wailed. Grover shrugged. "Not really sure to be honest." Grover answered, looking fearfully at Marcus.
Ayden laughed. "Whatever Grover." Ayden commented, spotting an abandoned car nearby. Ayden had an idea. "I think it's time to take a few driving lessons." Ayden stated, a grin spreading across his face.
Ayden sprinted over to the car, and peered in the driver's window. The keys were still there. He grinned, and opened the door, and got in. He turned the keys, but it didn't start. Ayden frowned, as Marcus and Grover made their way to the car.
"It wont start." Ayden explained, frowning. Marcus sighed. "It was worth a try, I guess." Marcus answered, recognizing the type of car it was. His eyes widened. "It's a Chevy Camaro SS, sweet!" Marcus exclaimed.
Marcus knew a lot about cars, and could recognise most brands and makes at first sight.
"Find out what's wrong, lets bring this baby back to life!" Ayden said, patting the side of the car. He popped the hood, and Marcus and Ayden began to check the engine for problems.
Both boys had tried fixing cars before, and Ayden had been able to do it with ease, he seemed to have a sixth sense which showed him how to make and fix things.
"Something's out of place in the engine, I'll try welding it." Ayden said. Marcus was puzzled. "But we don't have a blowtorch- oh yeah, right." Marcus stated, seeing Ayden place his hands on the engine of the car.
Come on… Work, please! Ayden thought, concentrating hard. After a few seconds, nothing had appeared to happen. Ayden sighed, and Marcus shut the hood. "Ok, I'll try starting it once more." Ayden stated, getting annoyed. He got in the driver's seat and turned the keys.
The engine roared into life, as Ayden grinned. Marcus and Grover hopped in the passenger seat.
"Seatbelts on, and…." Ayden began, looking for the clutch. He couldn't find it. And as he looked at the gear stick, he noticed it didn't have as many gears. "Oh right, its Automatic, someone must've done it up recently, and just left it here." Ayden said, putting the gear into drive, and putting his foot on the accelerator.
The car started, and moved forward at a blistering pace. "Ok G-Man, tell me where to go!" Ayden yelled, laughing at the same time.
As it turned out, he was a pretty good driver, and they made their way to long island fairly quickly.
"Now just pull in here, and, ta-da!" Grover announced grinning.
The boys for the first time in their lives, saw Camp Half-Blood.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Grover welcomed, a huge grin on his face…