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It was 2:40 a.m. Wednesday, November 6 , keith remembers well and will remember that day and that hour well for the rest of his life. Why?
Because the fucking Fury attacked his entire family at that sovereign date and time. The 17-year-old with ink-black hair is currently running through the woods, he can see the sunrise which can only mean he has been running for at least a good few hours.
Warm air coming out as steam from his barely functioning lungs, the short boy stumbles through the vines of the trees running away from this squawking creature with wings.
As he runs, he holds a purple-red blade in his hand - the thing his mother gave him when she was dying....
A teenager with a mullet on his head and a red jacket straight from a hot topic still remembers what his mother told him after a failed attempt to save her husband, who unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, did not see the disgusting creature that is currently chasing him for several hours.
He remembers how she told him to take the blade and that it would help him, that his blood was strong and his soul ready to fight. He remembers how she was dying in front of him as Fury squirmed in pain because his mother had struck her in the wing with the same blade.
He remembers how she told him to flee to the north shore of Long Island, he remembers how he protested, how he didn't want to leave her but fled anyway, he remembers and that too much and is close to giving up when he suddenly saw a hill with trees, the same one his mother also told him about. This made him start running faster
He hears the Fury approaching behind him, he hears the squawking shits getting annoyed and wants to get him even harder the higher up the hill keith is.
Keith can already feel the impending vomiting and muscle cramps from this run, but he won't give up, he won't give up, for his Mother and Father
As he ran, his lungs began to contract making him see black spots in front of his eyes, honestly it was still a miracle he managed to run that much without stopping.
Keith could feel his body slowly giving up, his knees bending and stumbling, his arms no longer cooperating with him and his lungs stop working
The exhausted boy finally couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed. With slightly squinted eyes he saw a flying fury trying to get closer to him, but something prevented it.... maybe that is why his mother told him to climb this hill.
After a while, his eyes closed with hope and a silent plea for someone to find him and for him not to die languishing here in the middle of the forest.
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It was quite early, lance again couldn't sleep through his recurring nightmares so he decided he would go out for a walk in the forest.
He was immersed in his thoughts, his dreams had been quite disturbing lately, as if of course his nightmares had always been quite disturbing since he was 13, but now.... now they were somehow causing not terror and cold sweat but goosebumps and anxiety.
Recently, that is today, he dreamt of a wolf being chased by monsters, seemingly nothing of the sort, but nevertheless it caused him a surge of anxiety and stress.
He was almost sure that all this must have meant something, but he did not quite know what, or how at all.
Lance Mcclain is only the son of Aphrodite, Aphrodite's children have never had much involvement in any battles or fights, combining both the battles at the camp and the entire history of the demigods' battles.
Lance walked in the cold autumn air wearing his orange camp shirt, his usual denim pants and a necklace with 3 blue beads. Walking in his blue shoes, he held his necklace by moving the beads around the necklace. It was a habit he did when he was stressed, which was becoming more frequent lately. 3 beads... meant he had been here 3 years.... it meant it had been 3 years since his parents and siblings...... NO, he won't feel sorry for himself, he needs to become better himself and practice more and not keep thinking about how he failed his family. How he made his sister not get into the camp solely because of him-.
That's why the tall attractive brunet must strive to be better is stronger, so that his loved ones never have to fight for him or for him again. He is supposed to be the person who saves others.
On the subject of saving-.
Lance, walking through the forest, suddenly saw someone lying on the wet leaves on the ground. Without hesitating he ran up to the person and saw that it was a boy about his age, he had black hair, a red jacket and oh god but beautiful facial features
Gods maybe this kid is the son of Aphrodite. Lance thought then took another look at his clothes and hair....
FUCK NO TF IS THIS. IS THIS A FUCK MULLET?
No there is no way this is the child of aphrodite, he thought.
“ok Lance try to focus not to look at that beautiful face and check his pulse”.
Lance after saying this checked the pulse of the “mullet-head” boy.
Thank goods everything was fine. Lance took one last look around his surroundings checking for any danger and took the boy like a bride in his arms and walked toward the camp.
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I woke up in a strange room. I realized that I were lying in someone's bed, my legs hurt terribly and breathing was also hard for me , when breathing I felt a slight but annoying scratching in my throat.
I looked around the room and I saw that there were also more beds in it, the room itself was not really a room but more of a room with a roof in which the beds were placed, I noticed that I were there alone.... no, not exactly alone though, someone was sitting next to me at his bed.
It was a rather skinny but still well-built boy. Probably about my age. He had brown hair that matched his caramel skin perfectly, and those beautiful freckles, and eyes.... And a nose.
God who is he anyway.
“hi"- said the caramel-skinned boy with the most beautiful smile keith had ever seen in his life
keith didn't answer just looked at the boy not too conscious yet.
“Here,” said the boy with brown curls, handing keith a cup with some kind of golden drink.
I looked at the boy crookedly, he didn't trust him a bit and at the same time felt that he could do anything for him, so I drank the drink.
Suddenly I felt the taste of his favorite drink, doctor peper. I drank it all at once, suddenly realizing how thirsty I were.
While drinking, the boy next to me kept looking at me. After a while, the pain in my legs and head began to disappear and I felt like a newborn.
“Are you feeling better mullet-head?"- said the brunet, still smiling
“Yes"-I said... wait
“What did you just call me?”
the brunet just smiled
“sorry sorry sorry, i just dont know your name soooo your name for now is mullet head"- he said with a smirk while I was lying in the bed with an already empty cup in my hand
I stare at him not understanding what is going on at all, the whole situation in general is terribly strange.
“soo mullet boy, everyone who comes here has some cool back-story, so.... how did you get to the popular half-blood camp?"- said the teenager next to me
... what the fuck is he talking about, what half-blood camp
“sorry, what?” said now completely disorienated
The boy with brown hair zachihot (in a very but very cute way)
“ha so you're one of those who don't know hm?”
I stared at him with probably the stupidest expression I've ever had on my face
“damn typical.... what do you want me to explain to you this whole camp and all that?” said the (beautiful) boy a little disgruntled, maybe bored with the whole subject? (as if he had talked about it a thousand times).
I nodded my head as a sign that, yes I would appreciate it if he would explain to me what the fuck is going on here.
“ok let's start by saying that my name is Lance.... and your name is?” said the boy with blue eyes while raising one of his eyebrows which looked really very cute.
“uh- keith” I said a little awkwardly.
“ok keith, it's nice to meet you now grab a firm hold of the bed because even though you're sitting down it can knock you off your feet"- said Lance with a small smile
“listen mullet, you know Greek mythology don't you? everyone knows something there, you know Zeus and others.... So how to tell you” - he said a little awkwardly as if he didn't want to drop a bubble of information on me.
“Just say it."-I said, after experiencing the chasing shit from yesterday surely it won't be so bad.
Lance frowned at Keith uncertainly playing with the beads on his pendant but after a moment he shrugged his shoulders and went straight to the point
“okay you asked for it yourself mullet” the handsome teenager said with an expression on his face as if he was about to tell me “I told you so” and laugh at my stupidity
“so the gods are real.... and these gods have children, and you Keith are one of them, one of us. And before you ask how I know this-” said Lance without letting me get a word in as if he knew what I was about to say.
“Only people who are half-blood are able to get into the half-blood camp, that's why whatever chased you, and I know for sure something like that happened because you landed at the camp tired and unconscious, wasn't able to get to you,” said Lance pointing his finger up, as if he was bragging about his wisdom, but still talking like he didn't give a damn.
What, what the fuck is he talking about, what gods what children. After all, I have a nomal family!
“What the fuck are you talking to me, tell me the truth and not some stupid lies"- I said a little upset, it just felt like it was all a stupid joke.
“Stop swearing and think intelligently, didn't you know some signs that you are different from others? hym? I bet you probably have dilexia or maybe still ADHD, maybe aggression problems?” The blue eyed boy raised an eyebrow, then saw me a little shocked and surprised face when I realized that Lance was right and I actually have these problems....
“'That's what I thought. A lot of demi-gods have dyslexia because they're actually made to read Greek, and adhd because they're made to fight and not sit on the same spot with their ass, same with aggression.”
Lance said in such a way that I started to believe him, I don't know why, maybe the fact that he said it as if he had explained it to others a thousand times? Or I just didn't want to accept the information myself that this beautiful boy could lie to me like that.
Lance sighed.
“Look man I know this is hard to take and honestly you don't have to believe me but when you get out of here, after seeing the camp for yourself you'll see that everything I'm saying is true.”
Said the brunet, getting up and slowly walking out of the room. His legs were as long as his arms, but at the same time their length very much matched his body build.... plus he had a very nice ass-I mean what.
As I stared at him still processing everything Lance had said to me, Brunet was close to leaving but before doing so he turned to me and said: “Have a nice first day at the mullet-head camp” and smiled pleasantly, which made my heart warm-.... damn I'm screwed...