After passing out from blood loss I had these weird dreams. Most were filled with barnyard animals that wanted to eat me. Then I started to have flashbacks of the battles I had fought in.
When I did wake up I heard kids yelling. "Get more nectar, bandages, anything...Shit we're losing him! …Patient is stabilized for now." After that I passed out again. I remember being fed something that tasted like buttered popcorn only it was pudding. The girl with curly blond hair hovered over me smirking slightly as she scraped off drips from my chin.
When she saw my eyes open she asked. "What's going to happen at the summer solstice?"
"What?" I managed to croak. She looked around like she was afraid someone was going to hear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" All I could really think was 'Worst headache ever.' It felt like I had gotten wacked over the head with a crowbar.
"I'm sorry" I managed to mumble. "I don't have…" Someone managed to knock at the door and the girl shoved pudding into my mouth to shut me up. Then I passed out again.
When I woke up again the girl was gone. In the door way I could spot a husky surfer dude. He had blond hair and blue eyes, dozens of blue eyes. They were everywhere, cheeks, forehead, hands ECT. I passed out yet again. I really hated that.
When I woke for good the sun was shining straight into my eyes. I looked around after the sun was out of my eyes. No weird surfer dudes, no blonde chicks and no weirdness. I looked over at a cot on the other side of the room and spotted Revan lying down on it. I looked around to try and take in my surroundings.
We we're on a porch gazing over a green meadow and hills in the distance. The breeze brought the scent of strawberries to my nose. A blanket covered my legs and a pillow was under my neck. All of this was fantastic except I felt like I was hit with a truck…again. My mouth felt like a scorpion had used it as a nest.
I looked down at my chest and saw bandages wrapped around my midriff. Over on a coffee table next to me was a glass of what looked like applesauce with ice, a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.
I reached over with a trembling hand and tried to grab the glass. I was so weak that I nearly dropped the glass. "Careful there." I heard to my left as a hand came out and steadied mine. I looked over to find the familiar face of Grover sitting in a chair. He wore a bright orange shirt with Camp Half blood printed on the front.
"Thanks." I managed to mumble. "Don't mention it." I gave a small smile which felt more like a grimace. I took a small sip of the drink and recoiled. It tasted just like my mom's blue cookies she used to make. I wiped the thoughts from my mind. Dwelling on that subject would only cause unwanted pain and misery.
"I started to drink the drink again and finished it in record time. "What was that stuff?" I asked as I set the glass down. I felt better than I did a few minutes ago though I still wasn't back to one hundred percent I still felt better. "That was nectar." Grover said.
"What'd it taste like?" He asked. "Melted chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven." I said after a second of debate. "How long was I out? Where am I? And just who exactly are you?" I asked in rapid fire. "I don't think I should be the one answering those questions. I'll show you who can though." Grover said as he got up. "No not until Revan gets up."
"Who?" Grover asked. I pointed over to the unconscious form of Revan. "Him. And secondly where is my stuff?" I asked as I stood up. I was dressed in my old bloodstained jeans and tennis shoes. I had on a grey t-shirt that wasn't what I had worn earlier.
"Your stuff is over there." Grover said pointing at the wall. I walked over to my pack and looked through it to make sure everything was there. "Did you go through our stuff?" I asked. "No of course not." Grover said. I nodded and opened my back pack and pulled out a brown leather jacket.
I sat down after putting the jacket on. I looked at my hands and thought about the events of that night. I had watched Thom die before my very eyes and could do nothing to save him. I felt like nothing should seem happy today. The world lost a man that had protected humanity throughout the years and nobody but Revan me and the order would remember or even know of his achievements.
I fished around in my pocket before I pulled out my wallet and opened it up. I reached under my fake ID and pulled up a folded picture of Thom, Revan and I standing in front of a log cabin in the woods. Thom had both of us in a headlock and we were all smiling at the camera. The picture was taken during a two month long trip into Europe.
We had been hunting down templar's and monsters and we had a cabin in the forests of Germany as a base of operations. That was when Revan took his first kill and me my second kill. My first was my ex-stepfather. I had tortured him to the point of him begging for death then I cut off all his fingers and used a cars cigarette lighter to cauterize the stubs.
Then I stabbed him in the stomach with a knife and let him bleed to death. This was after torturing him for two days straight. I never let him die bringing him to the brink of death and then pulling him back then repeating it again and again. Then four weeks after that the cops found his body mutilated and destroyed in the woods. Animals had scavenged the body to nothing but bones. All most all of which were broken.
I was brought back to the present when I heard Revan groan and sit up and gripped his head in one hand the other steadying himself. "What the fuck man?" Revan said. "I feel like I got hit by a semi." I laughed at him and he looked at me. "The fuck you looking at you piece of shit?" He questioned. I calmed myself a little bit before replying. "Oh nothing you just look so happy. What's wrong somebody not a morning person?" I asked in a mocking voice.
"I'll show you a morning person." Revan mumbled. "Just give me a minute first…or maybe five." He said gripping his head. I laughed again before seeing a bottle of that nectar stuff. "Here" I said handing him the glass. "Drink this you'll feel better." He drank gratefully and finished the glass and stood up.
"I feel great what the hell was that?" He asked in an excited tone. I smirked at him. "Nectar is what they call it. By the way that's Grover from school. Grover this is Revan my half brother." I said introducing them. Grover paled a bit at the words half brother for some reason.
Revan reached out and shook Grover's hand before turning back to me. "Hey Percy." Revan said. "What?" "Remember when I said I'd show you a morning person." He said. I looked at him inquisitively. "Yeah what about it?" I asked not getting where he was going with this. "Well here's a morning person for you." He said right before he head butted me. I fell to the floor holding my face in my hands.
I got up and looked at him. "What the hell man?!" I yelled at him. He just started to laugh at me like tears were streaming down his face as he struggled to control himself. "Well I don't ever go back on my word." He said still trying to not laugh at me. I grumbled and stood up again and glared at him.
"Well let's go meet the people who can answer my questions shall we?" I asked looking at Grover. He nodded his head before handing me a shoe box. "Here this belongs to you." I took the shoe box from Grover and opened it up to reveal the Minotaur's horn. I nodded at Grover in thanks and he smiled at me.
Then I noticed that he wasn't wearing any pants. Instead he had a goat's body from the waist down. Complete with shaggy brown fur and cloven hooves. "So…why do you have a goat's rear end?" I asked. Grover looked at me and sighed. "I'm a satyr." Was all he said. "Oh you mean from Greek mythology?" "Yeah exactly." Well now we know one more thing about the Greek world. Satyrs exist. With that Grover walked out.
"Get ready Revan. I have a feeling this is just the beginning." I said turning to Revan who had swapped his old clothes out for tennis shoes, camo pants, a green t-shirt and a camo jacket.
Revan nodded before picking up his pack and his cane both of which were next to my stuff. He tossed me my pack and I caught it before slinging it over my shoulder. We followed Grover to the other side of the house. Revan and I stared out impressed by the sight. We were probably on the north shore of long Island, because on this side the valley below marched all the way out to the water, which glittered about a mile in the distance. Between here and there were about a dozen cabins each one was different from the others.
The cabins looked like ancient Greek architecture- an open air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena- except they all looked brand new. The white marble columns sparkled in the sun. In a sandpit nearby satyrs and middle school looking kids played volley ball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids chased each other around the cabins and the woods all of them wearing bright orange t-shirts. Others shot targets at an archery range, some rode horses down a wooded trail and I'm pretty sure the horses had wings.
Down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. The blond haired girl from earlier was there leaning against the porch rail next to them.
The man facing me was small, but a bit porky. He had a red nose and curly hair so black it may as well have been purple. I swear he looked exactly like a cherub that turned middle aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger pattern Hawaiian shirt. I looked at his eyes again. He looked like he was experiencing a hangover from hell. Poor, poor bastard.
"That's Mr. D." Grover told me. 'He's the camp director. Be polite, the girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's a camper, but she's been here longer than most. You already know Chiron." He pointed at the back of the man in front of me. He was sitting in a wheel chair and he was wearing a tweed jacket. He had thinning brown hair and a scraggly beard.
"Hello Chiron it has been a while has it not?" I asked as I stood behind him. "Ah Percy nice to see you and your friend awake." He said as I walked over to an empty chair Revan doing the same. I looked Chiron in the face and saw that mischievous glint in his eyes when he made all the answers on the pop quiz B.
"Oh I suppose I must say it. Welcome to camp half blood. There. Now don't expect me to be glad to see you." Mr. D said."Annabeth." Called Chiron. The blond girl named Annabeth came over next to us. "Percy, this is the young lady that helped nurse you back to health. Annabeth, my dear would you go clear a space out for these two in cabin eleven."
"Sure Chiron." Annabeth said. She was probably my age maybe a couple of inches taller, and more athletic looking. With her deep tan and curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what a stereotypical California girl looked like, except the eyes did away with that line of thinking immediately. They were a startling gray like storm clouds; pretty and yet intimidating at the same time. The thing that made her eyes seem intimidating was that they looked like they were analyzing me for the best way to take me down.
She turned to look at me and looked down at the Minotaur horn in my hands, then back to me. I imagined her saying something that a normal twelve year old would say like "You killed the minotaur." Or "Wow you're so awesome." Or something along those lines.
Imagine my surprise when all she said was "You drool in your sleep." Then she ran off down the hill her blond hair flying behind her. A groan from what's his face brought me back to the present. "Grover remind me who this is again." I whispered. "Mr. D the camp director." He whispered. He looked scared to death of the little man.
"Hangover?" Questioned Revan. "Yes quiet now go away. I could really use a drink." The last part he muttered under his breath. "Well why don't you get a drink then?" I asked him. "Because I got a little to close to a nymph who was off limits as my father would say." Thunder rumbled in the distance when he said that.
I looked at Revan who looked at me and he mouthed the word 'Olympian' to me. I nodded my head. My guess Dionysus, I took this guess based on the smell of freshly pressed grapes, the tiger print vest, and the way he looked hung-over. "So now I must be around you little brats and I can't drink for the next century or so."
"Well then Mr. Dionysus," Revan said earning a look from Chiron and Grover. "What are the parameters for this punishment hmmm?" Revan asked. Mr. D looked thoughtful for a minute before shrugging and going back to his cards. "I can't buy, serve, conjure any alcoholic drinks what so ever." Revan looked smug and leaned back in his chair. "I already found a loophole in it." He said. I nodded at him while Mr. D dropped his cards and stared at Revan. "Well come on then boy spit it out." He demanded. Revan smirked and reached into his pack and brought out an 1885 bottle of French wine.
"Did you plan on sharing?" I asked. "Yeah eventually, maybe after the trip." Revan said. "Got any glasses?" Revan asked as he bit the cork and pulled it out then spit it somewhere on the porch. Out of thin air three wine glasses appeared. Revan poured out the purplish colored wine and then took one and drank it. I grabbed the other and downed it. Mr. D picked up the final one and seemed to savor the taste.
Chiron, Annabeth, and Grover stared at us like we were crazy. "Percy you're too." Chiron started to say. "What? Too young to drink? Is that what you were going to say?" I asked. "Well then I guess we have to get rid of all our drinks. Isn't that right Revan?" I said. Revan nodded solemnly. "Well then I guess we can't serve you then Mr. D." Revan said. "Wait. Chiron they are fine. In ancient Greece people they're age would be drinking by now." Mr. D said after he heard about us taking away the alcohol.
"How about this?" I started. "You don't say a word about us drinking and we keep Mr. D happy. Mr. D you act a bit better to the campers. This way everyone wins. Are we agreed?" I said laying down the rules. "Yes we are now more wine." Mr. D said hastily. Chiron nodded though a bit begrudgingly. Revan poured more wine out.
"So why do you two seem so calm about this?" Chiron asked. "Well our mothers explained what our father was and about everything else, well mostly everything." I lied. Chiron looked skeptical, as did Grover and Mr. D…Well Mr. D just didn't seem to give a shit honestly which was fine with Revan and I.
"Well then, you don't need to see the orientation film in that case. Come along I'll show you the camp." Chiron said before seemingly rising out of the wheel chair. His body seemed to stretch before he had the rear end of a white horse. 'Take new meaning of the phrase a horse's ass.' I thought.
"What a relief." The centaur said. "I'd been cooped up in there for so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now come, Percy and Revan Jackson. Let's meet the other campers." He said before walking away. I turned to Revan. "Well its official we're twins." He rolled his eyes and picked up his bag in one hand his cane in the other.