Darkness Reveals

As I cross the border into the camp, I bump into a boy who goes by the name Alex. I’m escorted to the “Big House” as they call it.

He had just gotten off border patrol when I entered and bumped into him. He is a son of Hermes, but looks nothing like him. Alex has golden blond hair and blue eyes; his jaw is square, and he has a lemon shaped head. Hermes has a baby face of sorts, but this boy definitely doesn’t.

I hold my stomach just below my right rib cage with my hand hoping Alex doesn’t notice my pain. On my way here I was attacked by a hellhound. It dug its claw into my right side. After I beat it, I set up camp and made a fire. After revealing the would to my eyes, I knew right away what I had to do. I took my knife, and put the blade in the flames. It was either bleed out alone in the woods, or cauterize the wound.

“I’m Camryn by the way,” I tell him.

“Nice to meet you,” he says.

I wait on the porch while Alex goes to get this Chiron character. While I wait, I look over the camp briefly. The air here feels lighter, probably because there is no pollution. It smells of the sweetest strawberries. There are buildings everywhere, but they are all built differently There are campers everywhere wearing orange t-shirts that say Camp half-blood.

“Are you sure it is her?” I hear.

“Yeah, I swear. She looks just like him.”

Just like who? I wonder. It’s possible that Blake could be here. He was taken by people with orange shirts, and if I’m a demigod so is he. He must be here somewhere. Hold on, if Luke knew I was a demigod, why didn’t he tell me my brother was here. I would have came no matter what if I knew Blake was here.

Alex comes back out of the house, and leads me into a room that has a ping pong table with chairs pushed out of the way. I see an older looking man that has a grey beard in a wheelchair.

“Hello Camryn,” he says. “I’m Chiron, the activities director here at camp.”

“Hi,” I say pulling up a chair to the ping pong table; I put my bag down next to me. I try to keep my arm down, but can’t so I cross my arms on my stomach so he won’t suspect anything. I hate showing any signs of pain to anybody.

“I have a few questions to ask you.”

“Okay.”

“But first, I have to ask you where did you go when you got kidnapped from Lauren’s.”

“How do you know my foster family?” I ask.

“Luke. He said he found you, but you didn’t want to come here so he dropped you off at Lauren’s. Lauren is a demigod of a minor god. Trey and Devyn are legacies. Trey and Lauren kept us updated on everything, an when you were kidnapped, your brother went crazy.”

“So my brother is here, then how come no one told me. Where is he? I want to know! Right now!” I yell standing up knocking the chair over, and flinch at the pain in my side.

“Now calm down. Alex just went to go get him,” he replies.

I smile to myself then sit down once more. He’s here, and I get to see him. The person who I cared about most; I get to see him again. :)

We go over some health things; like how I got the scar on my eye. It’s faded over time, so you can barely see it on the top part of my eye. It appears that it has faded about half of an inch below my eye, and you can see it on the top eyelid when I blink.

We start to go over my current state, but the door opens behind me. Before I can even turn around, strong hands grab me by my arms. They pick me up, and spin me around quickly multiple times. Afterwards they turn me around while holding me out. I get a quick glimpse of a boy I used to know. Blake; it’s him. He pulls me into his chest, and doesn’t let go. I wrap my arms around his torso; I feel a single tear roll down my cheek. I ignore the sharpness of the pain in my side.

“I’ve missed you some much Camryn,” he says emotionally letting the tears escape his eyes. He digs his face into my hair then pushes it out of my face. I look up to his deep greenish blue eyes. He kisses my forehead like he used to then hugs me again so tight that I can’t breathe.

“Can’t….Breathe,” I manage to get out.

He lets go a little bit: just enough to allow air get to my lungs, but not enough for the pain to simmer down.

“Still short,” he teases. All I can do is smile, and burry my head back in his chest.

He carries me out of the ping pong table room to a living room of sorts. He sets me down on the couch causing my to bit the inside of my cheek because I’m nervous about my cut. If they find out they might take me away from him.

To get my mind off the pain I take in my surroundings. I can’t say that the room looks all that great. The faded yellow paint on the wall is cracking and peeling off in the corners by the ceiling. They wooden floors are dull, and look like they haven’t been swept in forever. There are cobwebs in the corners of the room along with a few spiders that look like they don’t want to be disturbed. The leopard skin rug is the ugliest thing I have yet to see in my lifetime. Sitting on top of the rug, there is a brown coffee table that holds a few magazines, and a few empty Coke cans. The couch is a dark faded ugly color of green, and is uncomfortable to sit on. If my real mom was here, she would have died already. She is an interior designer, and this room is a designer's mess!

He strokes my cheek where my scar is with his thumb then asks me, “Where did this come from?”

“Battle scar,” I laugh.

He chuckles then asks again.

“Don’t you know? I thought Chiron said Luke told you everything,” I answer.

“I know; he did, but I want to know from your perspective.”

“Okay. We were on our way back to the train when we got attacked by some guys that had a hellhound. Luke told me to run, but instead of listening to Luke, I listened to the fighter in me who told me to stay. I used the knife a homeless guy gave me way back when to try to fight them off. Then the hellhound jumped on me; it scratched at my eye and it is what it is.”

He nods, “I see.”

“What about you? Why did you leave, and not come back? How come you never let any of us know you were alive?” I ask crossing my arms over my stomach to hold my lesion. He put his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to him. I feel blood seep out, and soak part of my shirt. Lucky me; I wear mostly black clothing, so now they won’t see the blood.

“They found me at school. I was attacked right after the bell rang. They brought me here, and said I would be safe; you would be too. If you had realized you were a demigod, your scent would have been stronger. I tried to go get you, but they wouldn’t let me. I even snuck out of the camp, and they dragged me back,” he chuckles. “As demigods we aren’t allowed to use phones, so I couldn’t call or anything. Do you understand now?”

I nod.

“What happened when you got kidnapped? You had everyone worried,” he says compassionately.

“It was Morpheus who took me. You know; the god of dreams.” He nods. “Well, he put Trey to sleep so he couldn’t do anything then he did the same to me. I woke up a week later in some weird library that looked like it was from the nineteenth century. Some guy explained all of the mythology which is real, no doubt. Then he made me stay in the building to train, so I could come here. I trained and trained everyday. He taught me all the mythology and even kept me up on my studies from school.”

He looks so surprised like Are you serious? “So, how did you get here?”

“I left,” I say plainly with no emotion in my voice.

“How?” he asks.

“When I was supposed to be in my room, I snuck out with some clothes and some other stuff.”

“But they didn’t hurt you did they?” he asks with a tinge of anger in his voice.

“No. They just made learn and train.”

I think I’m going to hold off that it was my “dad” who had me go. Erik is my brother; And to put the record straight, he did hit me every once in awhile when I would back talk. Not that it really matters.

I explain the living conditions I lived in for almost a full two years, and how I was trained. It wasn’t that bad. I had to get up at six then workout for a few hours then I worked on sword fighting. I also worked on how to use a knife, and basically any other weapon. I can shoot with a bow, and throw a spear, but I’m best at swordplay.
The screen door opens, and in comes a familiar face. Luke: my other brother. :)

“Camryn!” he yells picking me up off the couch. He hugs me, more like squeezing the life out of me. He sets me back down then plops on the couch with Blake and I. I pull my leather jacket over my wound, so he doesn’t accidently touch the soddened area. I begin to feel a little light headed, but I try to focus on Luke and Blake.

“Hey Luke,” I say. “Miss me?”

“Of course!” he says sarcastically picking me up again. He touches my cut; I flinch and hold the area. He puts me down quickly, “Camryn? Are you okay?”

“Yeah; yeah,” I reply bending over holding it. My vision is hazy; everything is blurry. “Yeah, I’m f––” I fall over, and try to keep my eyes open. I can make out their silhouettes through the haziness. My eyes flutter open and closed then finally they close as I drift into a deep sleep.

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