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Chapter 2
My teeth were nearly knocked out from the impact I landed on the ground. My stomach felt queasy and I felt like puking. In front of me was a large farmhouse looking building. I looked around to see some orange t-shirt dudes staring at me. One of them was holding a basketball in a stance which meant that he was going to shoot the ball into the hoop. Suddenly a light shone from the farmhouse as the front door was opened by another dude who wore an orange shirt which said 'Camp Half-Blood' on it. He had furry legs like a goat's legs? Whoa. Goat's legs.
"Blahhhaha. Stop staring and get in," the mutant said. I walked towards the front porch and climbed the steps to the front door. Inside, I saw two people at a poker table. One was in a wheel chair with a blanket covering his legs. He had a bushy beard and he wore a suit. The other man was in a tiger patterned Hawaiian shirt and shorts. He had curly hair which was so black that it was almost purple and he had a red nose with watery blue eyes. He was small but porky.
"Sit," the man in the Hawaiian shirt said, "I expect that you know the rules to pinochle. All civilized men should." "Ummm… Sorry, what is pinochle?" I asked Mr Hawaii. "You don't know, humpff!" He said, summoning a wine glass which instantly filled itself with grape wine. "Mr D, you're restrictions." The wheel chair dude finally spoke. "Oh, sorry, old habits," Mr D said apologetically as the sky rumbled with thunder. The glass of wine instantly turned into a can of Diet coke.
"Are you Dionysus? The god of wine? You have like only five hundred attack points!"I said, unable to stop myself. "What? Of course I'm the god of wine. Never say my name again to me, boy. Names are powerful things. But what are these attacks points that you are talking about?" As Dionysus was talking, his eyes turned into sockets full of purplish flames which I say men drinking, drunk men, crazy men and men being turned into dolphins.
God, why did I have to insult the god of wine with that? He could turn me into a dolphin, make me crazy and other things. He is the weakest character in Mythomagic but not in real life. I mean, he is an immortal god. One of the Olympians. "Mr D, please calm down. We must hear the boy through first before we decide what to do with him. We don't know anything about him yet.
"Okay, okay. I'll let the boy live. Happy Chiron?" Mr D said with a huff. Was the wheel chair dude actually Chiron? The Chiron? The one who trained Hercules? Isn't he a centaur? "Grover, come and join us in this game!" Mr D ordered the mutant. Finally I knew what he was. He was a satyr. Half goat, half human. When Grover sat down, the other pile of cards instantly hovered in the air as if it were an invisible opponent. Maybe it was.
"You called for me, Chiron?" a voice behind me said. I turned around to see a red head with green eyes. She wore a hoodie over her camp shirt and had her hair tied in a pony tail. She had a freckled face and was sweating as if she just ran for a mile. "Ah yes, Rachel. Perfect timing. Could you wait a moment?" Chiron said. Rachel moved towards the table and stood there waiting. "Okay. Now, boy where did you come from, what's your name, who is your mortal mother or father, and how did you arrive at this place." Chiron calmly asked me.
I told them everything I had been through, how I didn't remember anything, how I got to Westover Hall, how I got dragged to the woods by the Manticore, how the Hunters rescued Bianca and me. I hesitated a bit as I told the tale of how Bianca was captured by the Manticore.
"So, what is this place? Who are you people? Who are my parents? What's going on?" I asked after my explanation. "This is Camp Half-Blood. A safe place for half-bloods. Being a half-blood is dangerous. You are always being hunted down by monsters, especially if you are a child of the Big Three. Your parents are unknown, undetermined. Either your mother or father is a god or goddess. I am Chiron, activities director of this camp. Mr D is camp director. He has been sent here by his father, Lord Zeus for erm, private reasons."Chiron said. "Humpff, the nymph was pretty. How could I not resist?" Mr D complained.
"Anyway, these are dark times. Zeus's symbol of power, his master lightning bolt has gone missing. He blames his brother, Poseidon for taking it. He has no proof. But Poseidon does not want to bend his pride to convince his brother that he did not steal his bolt. Now, Zeus has set up a dead line for Poseidon. If he does not return the bolt by the summer solstice, there will be war. Poseidon also demands an apology from Zeus on the same day. Everyone knows that Poseidon did not steal the master bolt. So know there is going to be war. The gods will be forced to choose sides and the earth will be used as a battlefield. Demigods will also be forced to choose sides. It will not be nice. The fate of the world may end during the upcoming war." Chiron explained all of that in a grave voice, "The fates have said that someone who mysteriously appears here without a protector(a satyr) may be the key to stop the war. You might be the one."
Whoa. Me. An orphan. With no memory of whatsoever, me. I can save the world from ending. "We suspect that a child of the Big Three can be the key. But then the oath which the Big Three made kills the hope of that." Chiron said. "Would someone tell me what the Big Three is?" I asked, annoyed.
"The Big Three are the three brothers which are the sons of The Lord of Time, Kronos," the instant Chiron said that name, the temperature level dropped drastically. "They are Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. When Zeus heard a prophecy which was issued by the Oracle of Delphi, seer of the future, he knew that the prophecy would be the prophecy which decided the fate of the world. The prophecy mentioned that a child of the Big Three will either save or destroy the world. So, Zeus made his brothers swear upon the River Styx that they would never have any children ever again. But then Zeus fell out of the wagon and had a child. Her name was Thalia. When Hades found out about her, he commanded the worst monsters from the depths of Tartarus to kill her. She was to be escorted to this camp but she died to save her friends two half-bloods and a satyr. Zeus took pity over her and turned her into a pine tree. Her spirit now protects our camp from monsters." Chiron explained.
So, Thalia could have been the one which would either save or destroy the world. What if I am a child of the big three? Artemis said something about me going on a quest. What if the quest was to find the master bolt?
"Rachel, would you mind to show Nico around the camp? I think he should go and get a bunk at cabin eleven until he is determined. Now off you go." Chiron said.
AN: Well, writing Fanfiction is kinda hard. Especially when you have to sneak and do it. If you do not review, I will not continue writing this story anymore!