Hello, Sorry for having a small intro chapter and late updation. SummerSpirit18, thanks for the review!
Chapter Two.
TOM PAINE'S POV
It was my second year at the camp. The ghosts of my past were starting to fade away. I still remembered the smell of fresh blood, the dying cry of an infant, and the bloodstained walls of my living room. But it all seemed far, far away. I took a deep breath, the smell of flowers almost intoxicating. I opened my eyes; a riot of lush greenery greeted them. A brook was gurgling next to the tree I was leaning on.
Life was good.
After the events of the eventful night, I had hit the road. Figured nobody's gonna believe me. A 'satyr' had found me wandering the streets and told me that I was supposedly the son of some ancient god. I dismissed him at first, but he seemed adamant to prove that. Maybe that's why he knocked me out with his baseball bat.
I ran my fingers through my long black locks, searching for the scar. Yep, still there.
When I came to, I was at a camp of sorts. He stood at the foot of my bed, grinning smugly as I gaped at the proof of everything he said. I forgave him for hitting me on the head, right after I threw his furry ass in the lake.
That night, at the Amphitheatre, was one of the worst I ever had. All eyes were on me. On the glowing symbol on top of my head. A caduceus, they had called it. That night, I lost whatever veil of sanity I had gathered since the death of my family. I was put in a cabin full of lunatics, troublemakers and pickpockets.
I was miserable.
Not one day went by without having mustard on my toothbrush, shaving foam on my dessert and losing my wallet. Luckily, before I did something rash and stupid, the satyr who'd found me, or Andrew, as he called himself, helped me out of my funk. A couple of months with him, I started feeling better. I opened up to more people, got better at sword fighting and Latin.
Life was good.
My hand went to my chest, where the cool metal of a broken heart, hanging on my camp necklace, was. Andrew had given it to me after I'd won a MVP Capture-The-Flag. He'd kept the other half, saying that we'd be friends as long as we had the heart. The others thought it was gay, but I didn't care. He was my one friend.
But like all good things in my life, my happiness was going to be short-lived.
I sighed, wondering why I'd come into the forest. Then I remembered. The Tyche kids had put a day-long bad luck curse on me for allegedly cheating on the poker game we'd been playing. After a few bad run-ins with the Athena kids, missing the target with an incendiary arrow and hitting the stables with it…well, I thought it would be safer for the campers if I stayed away.
Even though the forest was filled with monsters, I didn't care. I was on good terms with the Naiads and Dryads. They made sure that none reached me. They'd sense the pain in me and place me in their 5-star suite.
Life was good.
But like all bad things in my life, it began with a girl. As I plucked one of the luscious fruits which the dryads hung tantalizingly above me, I thought I heard someone running through the forest. The rustling seemed too light for a monster. It must have been a half-blood. I'm not gonna lie to you,the forest is no place to be running blindly through.
The smart thing would have been to stay there, relax under the shade of the trees. Guess I wasn't smart.
I walked slowly towards the direction of the sound. Wouldn't have been wise to startle whoever was there. Without warning, the sound stopped. Luckily, the bloody footprints I found while circling the area directed me towards the direction of a size 7 Reebok shoes wearer. They ended at the base of a tree. They belonged to a girl, blond hair caked with blood,face in her hands,sitting at the base. Like an idiot, I tried to make conversation.
"Looks like you could use a wash."
She didn't look up,nor did she remove her head from her hands. She just stood up and whispered,"Take me to the river"
I brought her near the river,where she knelt on the bank,washing her face and hair of the blood. I didn't say anything as the Naiad made a rude gesture with her middle finger at me. Guess she didn't like being polluted. After she was done washing her face,she stayed there for a moment, then got up and turned to me.
She looked like Taylor Swift's 14-year-old sister,but her eyes were all wrong. One was icy blue,while the other was a florescent green.
As she approached me, she noticed me staring at her eyes and frowned," Whassa matter? Never seen a girl with heterochromia before?" I shook my head, not trusting my tongue. She rolled her strange eyes and stuck out her hand, " Dr. Kate Beckett, Daughter of Apollo."
I took her hand and shook it," Tom Paine, Son of Hermes.
I got the inspiration for Tom when I was in my room,not eaten anything for 2 nights,punk rock blaring. Please review. You shall receive a cookie.