He Willl Never Be A Hero

by mahnlong

Harker North was found lying in the snow half dead in Canada and taken to a place called camp half blood. After he told his story everyone told him he would never be a hero , but Harker has never been known for following directions, can he prove them wrong can he save them when the time is right. (first fanfic Don't judge)

2. not dead

Chapter 2

Harker's POV

I woke to find myself in a strange room full of strange people "He's awake" a boy yelled soon I was surrounded by a mob of strange people. I got asked a lot of questions and sadly the only one I could answer was "what is your name" where of coarse I answered "Harker North" after I told them that the person who woke me up told this one boy to go and get some guy named Frank. Then they asked me more questions but my ADHD would not have it I got up and walked straight out.

Once outside I started thinking about the monster, I hadn't gotten a good look at it but it was huge and had one eye smack in the middle of his head. I ran away from him obviously but that's all I could remember, this didn't bother me much though. I don't think I wanted to know what happened. I wanted some time alone to think about what was going on, I saw a huge wood and without thinking I walked right in.

The Ground had very little snow, which was weird considering it was winter and I was in Canada. I walked for another 2 minutes before a giant deer, I recognized as a pronghorn stood right in front of me. But then it wasn't there anymore, in its place stood a guy maybe 3 years older than me, he was big, he looked Asian like me but I could tell he wasn't born there, over his shoulder there was a bow and quiver he looked like he could hurt me I stood still he started to talk "Take a seat" I sat down "My name is Frank, I'm 16 I found you half dead In the snow and flew you here to camp half blood" I didn't know exactly what to say so my built in defense mechanism activated "Hi my name is Harker North I'm 13 and from Canada, I enjoy not getting shot with arrows and would like to know what the heck is going on" he sat there silent for a moment then said "Welcome to camp half blood in new york, you are the son of a Greek god and if you stay here with us you will probably survive" there was not a hint of sarcasm in his voice now he looked at me like he expected me to ask a lot of questions.

Actually I didn't care, I was an orphan and if I was the son of a Greek god that meant I might actually have a parent, so I decided I would mess with him I asked him a question that Americans always hate "Cool, did you know Canada won the war of 1812." He only smiled "I know right everyone I tell is like, you're wrong there is no way." Hey this guy is Canadian that's cool we walked back toward the camp and talked when we got back he took me to meet these 5 people Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper and a girl my age Hazel.

That night I sat by the fire I finally had a home and I didn't intend on leaving. But there was only one thing was left still unanswered who was my godly parent. Just then A huge gust of wind blew by us next thing I knew the camp was covered with snow only the fire was still burning. Something was shining light blew over my head, and in my hand there was something in my hand. From across the fire the horse guy got down on his knees everyone else followed his example, the horse person then yelled "All Hail Harker North Son Of Khione Goddess of Snow!"