3. We take the flying pony express
"Wait, camp?"
"Um. . yeah, it's called Camp Half-Blood. It's for people like you."
"People like me? What am I?"
"Okay, you've heard of those myths and stuff of the greek gods?"
"Yeah, you mean like Zeus and Poseidon?"
"Exactly. All that is real. You are the child of one of them."
"Real? Ha-ha. That's impossible. All those things are were made up to explain stuff like the sun and seasons. And me being a child of the gods? That's ridiculous."
Thunder shook in the distance.
"N-n-no. All those myths are real. Never say it's fake again. And if they were fake, prove this." said Colt gravely. He seemed to freeze for a moment and then suddenly, roots sprouted on the ground around him and wrapped around his legs. The roots grew in spiral patterns around his body until it was covered with an outer layer, I guess you could call it bark. Then, branches grew from where his head was and leaves sprouted on them.
"Um. . Colt?"
Then, the front of the tree seemed to distort, like it was changing shape. The blob on the front of the tree kept changing until it turned into a rough silhouette of Colt. Then pop! and my friend was in front of me and the tree was behind him.
"Okay", I said, "my friend is a tree."
"Tree nymph!" he said in response.
"Okay, so where is this camp of yours?" I asked.
"Long Island, New York."
"What? Are you insane? How are we supposed to get there? That's thousands of miles away!"
"We'll just take the pony express."
Colt took out a whistle and blew it with all his might. Suddenly, two dark shapes flew down from the sky. They landed a few feet in front of us. They were two black horses, but they had wings.
"Wh-wh-what is that?" I stammered.
"They are pegasi," said Colt proudly. "Get on."
I mounted the pegasus on the left with my breastplate. The pegasi took off with the rest of 8th Street staring in wonder.
"So" I said, "How long is the trip—er, flight to Long Island."
"A few minutes", replied Colt casually.
"A few minutes? Isn't Long Island like two hours and forty-five minutes by plane from Miami?" I asked.
"Yes, but time travels differently when you fly with magic."
"Magic?"
"Oh, look! You can see the Empire State Building from here!" said Colt, ignoring my question.
I looked, and it should've been impossible, but yet, there it was, the shadow of the Empire State Building looming over us. The pegasi veered to the right and soon enough, we landed on the top of a hill, overlooking a valley. We stood next to a pine tree. In the branches glittered a gold object, like a wool coat.
"We're here." murmured Colt.
In relation to where we were standing, there was a big house off to the left, the volleyball courts in front of us, an amphitheater farther north along with a climbing wall. Also off to the left was a field of strawberries, some stables, an arena, and some weird cabin-looking things. Colt led me to the big house, which was a few stories tall. Out in front was a man in a wheelchair with long beard and a pudgy, fat guy in a leopard striped shirt and purple shorts.
"Ah, Colt, I see you have arrived safely with the new camper." said the wheelchair guy.
"Er, yes sir." said Colt nervously.
"Wonderful", said the pudgy guy sarcastically, "another camper."
Wheelchair guy gave the pudgy guy the evil eye. "May I ask what your name is, young man?" he asked.
"Vince Knight." I replied.
He got up out of his wheelchair, but not normally. His body kept coming out and coming out, and finally, in front of me stood a brown stallion with a man's torso.
"My name is Chiron. I am a centaur, as you can see. I shall give you a tour of the camp." replied the horseman.
He led me past the volleyball courts north of the house (where everyone gave me a weird look), and across a small creek. In front of me were the oddest cabins you could've seen. They all looked different. Some had low roofs and some high roofs. They were decorated in every possible way.
"These are the cabins" said Chiron, "each is dedicated to a different god."
He led me to the amphitheater and let me watch a play that some campers where putting on. It was based on a myth of Perseus. The play lasted almost all day. By the time it was over, it was dusk already and Chiron came back and led be to the Mess Hall, where everyone was eating. There could've been at least 100 campers. Chiron pounded his hoof on the ground, making a loud echoing noise. Silence.
Everyone turned and stared at me. I wasn't good with crowds, so I was a bit nervous.
Chiron said, "Today, campers, we have a new addition to the camp. His name is Vince Knight and he is from—." His voice faltered.
Everyone seemed to be looking right above me. I looked up and vaguely saw an eagle, but completely blue. It looked like a hologram. It faded.
"He is determined." said Chiron.
Suddenly, all the campers got off their seats, and got on their knees, and bowed down to me.
They all said, "All hail, Vince Knight, son of Zeus."
Yeah, I know. Shocker. Son of Zeus. Well, why not, right? Review if you like the story!
-cpcboy123
