Chapter 4

By the time I woke up, I was at the airport, almost. Robyn had woken up with nothing but a sore ankle; perhaps I didn't do so badly at breaking her fall, after all! We talk a bit about the encounter and how every minute we spend away from camp half blood, we are in terrible danger, and that we should stay wary!

Once we were through security and on the plane, Robyn pointed out a huge, hairy man at the back of the plane, he was built like an ox and barely squeezed onto two seats! I decided that he should, if he was going to, make the first move. After that, we would retaliate. Ever still, I had my letter opener in my pocket, and Robyn had a new weapon: a ruler which, when pulled, would stretch into a bow and quiver of arrows! Basically, if he attacked, he would have a struggle on his hands.

It was only once we were in flight when I realised who, or what, the huge man was: it was a Centaur! I leant over to Argus and asked "why doesn't he attack us?"

"That's not what he's there for. They are trying to track you, and more monsters will come for you. I think the best thing to do would be to throw a few arrows into him and be done with it."

So we did. We readied our weapons then, in a minute of stillness, we stood up, turned around and fired a shot right where the Centaur was, emphasis on was. Straight away, we looked around, only to see the Centaur come charging down on us. Just in time, I jumped aside and pulled Robyn with me. Again, she fell hard, but was expecting it. She got up, and fired as shot after shot into the small of the Centaur's back. I knelt in front of her, and Argus threw me a shield to defend us with, but I knew those arrows could probably kill him alone.

Finally, she pierced the Centaur's thick leather armour and she shot a nerve in its back. As if it had been struck down by lightening, the Centaur knelt down on its hind legs, paralysed. Immediately and without any hint of thought, Robyn sent a shot into the Centaur's head, turning him to dust. Immediately, a stewardess ushered us back into our seats. We gave our weapons back to Argus, which he took with a nod and, exhausted; we slept the rest of the flight.

Once we got off the plane, we dumped out bags, carelessly in Argus' other camp van, parked meticulously in the airport car park. Exhausted, I left Robyn to sleep in the front, while I took the back, and thought about how to explain everything to her when she woke.

By the time we were well on the way back to camp, I had fallen into a troubled sleep, dreaming restlessly about a boy. I couldn't see who he was, but I recognised the surroundings as being the property line of Camp Half-Blood. I saw Robyn leap out of the camp van and sprint down to meet him, wrapping her arms round him like a viper. He followed suit, his strong arms holding her tenderly.

All of a sudden, 3 weeks passed, and they were the best of friends, when suddenly, something came out of the bushes and pulled him in. I tried to run to him, but it was like my feet were submerged in concrete! When Robyn scrambled after him, once she had recovered from the shock, there was nothing in the bushes! Whatever had taken Robyn's friend had disappeared, taking the boy with it!

I woke with a start, sitting bolt upright, just as we pulled up into camp. I pulled myself together, just in time to see Robyn jump out of the van and sprint to a strong looking boy, who I now recognised as Cam Moss, son of Hephaestus. He was from England, the same as Robyn and I, and he often spoke about how much he missed the place, and the one girl who actually meant something to him: Robyn.

My dream was coming true!