Lance Matthews POV

Lance woke up to the sun shining through the window of his family's New York Apartment. Lance covered his head with his pillow for a moment before groaning. He really wasn't a fan of mornings.

The sunlight was the only thing that lit up the messy room. Most of the mess was clothes with a few other items that Lance had collected over the years. There was an orange flag in the corner. Leaning on one of the walls was a suit of celestial bronze armor. On the nightstand next to the bed was a set of car keys and a celestial bronze die with the pictures of six different weapons on each side. Next to the keys and die was a digital alarm clock that read 11:54 AM.

Lance rose from the bed and stretched before looking at his surroundings. He had been thinking about Camp Half-Blood a lot the past few days. He was thinking that today might be the day he heads back. Typically he waited until his brother left for school but he was getting really bored in the city this summer.

He started to get ready for the day. He put on some jeans and a Metallica tee shirt,slightly messed with his shaggy brown hair, and walked out of his bedroom to see who else was home.

The living room was filled with a lot of artifacts. A portrait of the Greek gods that didn't move, another portrait of some ancient looking dude where the dude in the picture moved and occasionally spoke. Multiple maps and journal entries were strewn about on the living room table. Noah's pet owl was in it's cage in the corner of the living room, right next to his trunk and ancient looking broomstick. It was objects like these that left the Matthew's family from having a lot of visitors.

Lance's brother Noah was sitting on the couch reading one of his many books. He looked like he had probably gotten ready hours before Lance had gotten out of bed. His short brown hair was nicely styled, his plaid button up wasn't disheveled, and Lance could've sworn that Noah's pants looked like they had been recently pressed.

"Morning bro." Lance said to his brother as he was walking into the kitchen.

"Good afternoon Lance." Probably not even looking up from his book.

Lance looked through the fridge for something to eat. Looking at his options he thought to himself. No, no, too much effort. He eventually opened the freezer for his go to breakfast at home. A Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich. He popped it into the microwave as he called out to his brother in the other room.

"Where's mom and dad?" Technically the man his mother was with was only his stepdad but Lance had known him since before he could remember and it's not like he ever saw his actual dad anyways.

"They went out for lunch." Noah called from the living room.

"Ah" Lance said as he looked at his brother's and stepfather's plane tickets on the fridge. The date on the tickets told Lance that the wizarding side of his family was going to England tonight. Yet another reason to leave sooner rather than later.

The timer on the microwave went off and Lance put the processed sandwich on a plate before walking out to the living room.

Lance sat on the old couch next to his brother and put his legs up on the coffee table being extra careful not to mess up his dad's papers. He had made that mistake once and it had been more than enough times.

"You hear about anything interesting at Hogwarts this year?" Lance asked his brother.

"No, should be a good year. No distractions." Noah replied, looking up from his book for only a second.

"Are you going to ask me about Camp Half-Blood?" Lance tried to get Noah interested.

"Nope." Noah still had little interest in his older brother's Camp.

"Ya know, it's probably a lot cooler than what you do at Hogwarts." Lance teased him.

"You do pushups and run laps, hardly sounds cooler than Hogwarts." Noah said.

"Well it's a lot better than reading books all day, I'll tell you that much." Lance said barely under his breath.

"Hey, I do a lot more than read books-"

"Oh, right, like ride broomsticks, which I feel has to be really uncomfortable." Lance interrupted him.

Noah sat in silence for a moment. "Asshole."

"Douchebag." Lance replied.

Then they both sat in silence for a moment. Noah reading his book, and Lance eating his sandwich. After finishing his sandwich Lance was the first to speak.

"Why do you think both of our non-normal places have never heard of each other?" Lance asked a question they had both been wondering for years.

"I dunno." Noah replied. "It's probably for the best though, wizardkind hasn't historically been the kindest towards other races."

"Yeah, and last time Camp Half-Blood came across another culture it almost started a war." Lance said.

"At least we get along though." Noah said.

"Yeah." Lance said as he stood up from the couch. "Just like half-brothers should." He messed up his little brother's hair before walking towards his room.

"Hey" Noah called after him.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, brother." Lance said as he opened the door to his room.

He looked at the mess briefly before saying "screw it." He grabbed his duffel bag from the bottom of his closet before grabbing things he would want at Camp Half-Blood. He threw clothes and the smaller pieces of his armor into the bag. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and weapon die and put them in his pockets. He picked up the bag and the chest piece to his armor before heading for his bedroom door.

He got to the living room and stopped to say goodbye to his brother.

"Hey, I'm leaving for Camp Half-Blood early this year." Lance said.

"Yaknow mom's gonna be mad if you leave without cleaning your room first."

"Well then she can ground me when I get back." Lance said.

He walked out the door expecting to not see his brother again until Christmas.

Lance walked out onto the street and threw his bag into the backseat of his car. His car was a 1968 Plymouth 'Cuda. Him and his Hephaestus friend Mary had built it last summer after finding the chassis abandoned in the forest.

Lance stopped to stare at it for a second before smiling and getting in the driver's door. He started the car and drove off in the direction of Camp Half-Blood.

A/N I haven't touched this story in years but lately I've been thinking about it a lot. I have a bad habit of starting stories and never finishing them so I make no promises on this one. I've replaced chapter one with this as my writing style has changed a bit since I first wrote this. I'd like to say for the better but the writer in me has been mostly dormant unless it's been a school paper. Also, this story did originally start on this site as an SYOC, it is no longer one. I'm sorry to all of the people who might be reading this hoping it is an update on that. I tried doing them twice in the past and they both never got off the ground. All of the characters who are going to be used in this story are going to be original characters other than the gods and possibly some professors at Hogwarts.