"I have to admit," continued the guy, "I never thought that you would be my partner in crime."
"Is this even considered a crime?" The raven haired fourteen year old muttered to himself, slightly annoyed that a guy like this one was sticking to his side.
"Oh, cheer up! We all saw it coming. After all, you are the son of the infamous Magnus Breech." The blonde grinned at me. "And, also being the son of the before mentioned Breech, you are most likely going to die in the first hour of your little escape."
"Is that...an insult?"
"Wow, you're slow," the other sighed to himself.
"Who the hell are you, anyway?"
"I am Caius Varus, at your service," he said, bowing deeply as if to mock him.
The raven scoffed. "Oh really?"
Caius straightened and smiled his goofy grin. "Yes, Squire Andres. And let's hurry, the closest kingdom is about two weeks travel by foot. Don't wan't to be close to Kippernium when Magnus finds out."
Andres eyed Caius suspiciously, not trusting the other boy. After a moment of tought in the middle of the woods, he groaned to himself and continued forward, away from his only family. Magnus, Annabeth, and four year old Gunther Breech. . .