Hey guys. I really wasn't kidding about being back with this story. I'm also hoping to work on some new, possibly out of the box projects in the future. Anyways, im very proud of this chapter. I think I've finally figured out where I'm going with this story, in terms of general plot, and some key points in the story. I honestly started this fix off as just a 'what if' idea, with no real end or goal or plot. That's changed now. Anyways, enjoy the chapter. I think it's my longest yet. Please, leave me reviews! I'm dying for some constructive criticism, ideas, and your thoughts. See you guys at the end of the chapter.
The brothers finished their meals, Dean overly pleased with the food. It was incredible. After the meal, the demigods and the brothers gathered in a large stone amphitheater, around a campfire.
"Is it time to sing songs now?" Dean asked, laughing. He got some dirty looks, and a couple of laughs.
"Yeah, I think so Dean." Sam replied, a little embarrassed. His brother really knew how to pick his moments. Before long, the teens began singing. It seemed the more into it they got, the larger the flames of the campfire grew. Dean pointed at them and laughed, amused. Sam smiled. It was good to laugh, enjoy themselves.
The next morning, the boys woke in the crowded Hermes cabin, in bunks. One kid kaput going on and on about how they were the best thing ever, but Dean couldn't find the appreciation. He'd slept on shitty motel beds but man, that was cramped. On their way to breakfast, the brothers discussed their options. Cas was still down for the count. Whatever that pale Italian had done to him when they had teleported had messed with Cas, bad. He was sleeping it off in the large plantation house. Cas had been in and out of consciousness since the 'shadow travel.' Dean was surprised he was even at dinner last night. They weren't sure what they were giving him, but they were hoping he would heal fast.
"In the meantime, we might as well participate, especially that capture the flag thing." Dean said, grin splayed across his face.
"Really?" Sam questioned as they took their seats.
"Dude." Dean whispered. "They've got a friggen rock climbing wall, with lava." Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother as pancakes and waffles appeared on his plate. "And those swords and crap?" Dean continued. "God knows we could use some unorthodox combat training." Dean explained.
Sam mulled it over in his head. "You've got a point" he said between bites.
"If you guys really are going to stay for the games, you should see Raven, daughter of Hephaestus. One of the Hermes kids sitting next to them suggested. " she could forge you guys some weapons and gear. One of our best since we lost Beckendorf during the war." He said, before going back to his eggs. Sam decided to ask one of their greeters about this war later.
"Forge us weapons?" Dean asked, curious. Sam shrugged.
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The shorter figure appeared out of thin air, a puff of black smoke. His bored deadly gaze met another. "So you're the one who set my brothers and I free." A gravely voice asked the new arrival. "Now what, you expect us to do what you want just because you s-" the gravely voice was cut off as he lost control of his body. The figure had a single hand lazily held in front of them.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Said a soft voice, accent unfamiliar to the creature. "Now, let's talk a bit of business, shall we?"
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After breakfast, the boys found their way to the forge. Inside, they saw a few guys, and a single girl who was hammering away at a blade. Sam approached her, followed by his brother. "Are you Raven? Hephaestus kid?" He asked cautiously. Years of posing as the FBI had taught him how to question different people and get different responses. She seemed like someone he didn't want to tick off. Dean was assessing her as well. She was average height, black hair. Black like a raven. She was tan. Hispanic? She quenched her project in a bucket of water and walked around the anvil to stand in front of the brothers. Or limped. As she crossed into their line of sight, Dean noticed a brace on her right leg.
"Depending on who's asking." She said as she stepped in front of them, sizing them up. "You guys are the new kids, right? Kids being a relative term here." She questioned curiously.
"Depends on who's asking." Dean replied with a toothed grin.
The girl smiled in return. "Raven Reyes." The girl offered her hand to shake. "You caught me. So what can I do for you two?" She asked.
Sam shook her hand. "We're staying for capture the flag tonight, we need some weapons and gear, someone said you were the best in camp." Sam explained as Dean shook her hand as well.
"Well whoever they are, they aren't wrong." She smiled proudly and sized the pair up. Looking to Sam, she said, "taller, more wingspan, probably a bit slower. A gladius would be good for you." She then turned to Dean. "Shorter, most likely faster, sturdy build. Kopis fits you better." She finished, making her way over to a workbench behind her. It has stacked with many different blades. After rustling through them, she plucked 2 from the pile and returned, handing each of the brothers a sword and sheath. Sam's was shaped akin to a leaf, with two blades curving out towards the middle and then meeting back at the tip. Deans looked more like a machete. The blade had 1 edge, and it curved in towards the handle a little halfway down the blade. The handle was also partially covered with a guard.
The shorter Winchester cut his thumb on the edge, testing the sharpness. "What the hell is this stuff even made of anyways?" He questioned.
"Celestial bronze." She replied simply. "Metal of the gods. Kills monsters, and demigods. Can't hurt a mortal though." She explained. "Now, you'll also need shields." She said, ambling over to several leaning against the wall. She browsed through them, picked 2 that she liked, and tossed each of the brothers a bronze disk. "Next up is armor. Percy Jackson should be in the sword pit, he can get you set up with those. It was nice meeting you two. Good luck tonight."
Sam's face paled. Dean laughed.
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Percy
I leapt over Jason and rolled, dodging his jab with his spear. I flipped back onto his feet and quickly made my way right up to him, rendering the spear useless.i swung riptide up from the side, but it was blocked by Jason's sword. He must have changed its form while my back was turned. He disarmed me with a flick of his wrist and knocked me in the nose with his elbow. My butt hit the sand with a thud. "Nice trick." I groaned as I rubbed my nose, checking if it was broken.
"C'mon bro, just accept it. I'm a better fighter than you." He quipped as he slid his glasses back over his nose.
"Yeah, in your dreams Superman." I replied with a grin as I pulled myself to my feet, and retrieved Riptide. When I looked up, the pair of hunters were in front of me, now decked out with swords and shields. "Nice gear. Here for round 2, Sammy?" I laughed. Sam didn't smile. Dean did.
"Actually, Raven sent us. Said we needed armor for the game tonight." He said in between stifling laughs. I liked this guy.
"Well, the Armory is right here. Let's get you guys fitted." I grinned, and gestured for the pair to follow me.
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It didn't take long to find them both armor that fit them. Sam opted for the more traditional armor, while dean picked a smaller plate set, giving him more mobility. They both also picked helmets. Once that was all sorted out, Dean turned to me, wide from splayed on his face. "So, when can we do that rock climbing wall?" He asked, almost like a giddy kid. I laughed.
"We've got a few hours before the games start, if you want to give it a go, I'll accompany you guys." Dean was rearing to go. I looked to his brother.
"Actually, I think I'll stay here. Don't want a repeat of yesterday happening." He said, determined. I liked the way he thought.
"Alright then. Let's go Dean." I actually laughed a bit to myself. This grown man was giddy as a child. My thoughts darkened when I realized that he must not have had much of a happy childhood. A happy life.
"This is gonna be awesome" he squealed, excited. We arrived at the wall, lava bubbling and popping like boiling chocolate down in the pit. The hunter was ecstatic. "So what's the protocol here?"
I laughed. "Well, first, we don't call it protocol. Second, you climb the wall, dodging any boulders that fall. Make sense?" I asked. Like any of that would make sense to a normal person. He was unfazed.
"Got it." Was all he said, unfazed. This man was nuts. Hilarious. With that, he jumped up and attempted to scramble up the wall. He slipped, and almost fell almost immediately.
"Look out!" I shouted, as a boulder nearly crushed him and knocked him off the wall. He looked up, laughing. Quickly, he moved to the left, dodging the boulder. Then, he began to scale. The man was remarkable. The way he moved, reacted, he was a demigod. Or a descendant, a legacy. Only demigods could climb that wall. I had forgotten to mention that to him. Oh well.
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Jason
It was time to spar. The taller man, Sam, had opted to stay here and train with me for the big games tonight. Smart move, especially after he'd gotten his ass kicked by Percy. "Alright, first basic set; slash, parry, riposte. Move your feet. Here comes my attack, so parry the blade." I spoke as we began. He may be taller and larger than me, but I was a much better swordsman. As I swung my blade at him, he caught my blade with his own, sliding it out of the way, and thrusting at me. "Great job." I complimented. He was learning quickly, I noted. Time to kick it up a notch. Without warning, I quickly feigned an attack, and knocked his blade out of his hands. His sword skittered to the ground, my own blade pressed against his chest plate. "Always keep your guard up. And always anticipate an attack."
Sam nodded, retrieving his blade. "Again." He said, determined.
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3 hours later, the sun was beginning to set. The campers had gathered in the amphitheater. Chiron stood before the fire pit. It was time for the announcement of teams. Sam found Dean near the front. Both were extremely pleased with themselves. "Dude, I made it up that wall twice! It was insane!" Dean told his brother, proud.
"Well the blond dude, Jason, taught me some sword moves for tonight." Sam replied, equally proud. "Hey, any word on Cas?" Sam asked.
"Actually, yeah. I went and checked on him after the wall. He's still weak, but getting better. Guess being part angel with no juice, combined with dark juju doesn't mix well." He grinned, despite the fact that the angel's condition worried him. Not to mention his own brother's. Why was Zeke unaffected by the same darkness that was afflicting Cas? Well, don't fix what ain't broken, he thought.
"Alright, let's keep things simple tonight." The half horse hero trainer shouted to get everyone's attention. "Red team will be odd numbered cabins. Blue will be the evens." He dragged his hoof through the dirt. "As usual, the creek is the boundary. Red will get the East this week, and Blue, the West. You have until the horn sounds, 10 minutes, to plant your flags. Begin!" Chiron raised his hands in the air, a false smile splayed across his lips. The presence of the men of letters and the half angel were troubling. Especially the strange aura about the taller one. But besides that, the old trainer of heroes had seen many things in his days. And this looked like a recipe for bad luck.
Hello again! I hope you guys liked this one. I tried some new things this chapter, including an OC. Personally, I like the idea of sticking to only cannon characters, because I'm not a huge fan of those self insertion focus or those like them. No ill will, I just prefer this style. But I also like the idea of introducing new characters as supporting roles so you aren't using the known characters for everything. It makes the story seem not too dependent on what it's based on, and gives it it's own life and identity. Anyways, let me know what you thought of this chapter, especially the idea of using OC's like this. If you guys like it, I've got uses for more in the future. If not, I'll manage.
Alrighty then. Until next time.