The Second Legion

The Story Of My Life

A boy walked across the border, to camp, collapsed, and fell asleep under Thalia's tree. He dreamed he was in his mother and father's home, no penthouse, on the newly furnished couch, that had to be in the newest fashion, even if it changed that day. The floor was so clean it sparkled, and it too was changed every week. Of course, this bought him lots of friends, (keyword: bought) but none of them were to his liking. None of them actually appreciate him for who he was.

His father and mother were alive, he guessed that it was a plus. The only problem with the 'New house' was that his father and mother were not often there. Leo and Calypso's Car garage, his parent's shop, where his father always worked on cars, and other unimaginable inventions, and his mother sang, while she served soup, the best in the United States. The place was always hopping, and was one of the best country song houses in all of Texas.

This was another big thing that made fake friends pop up all around the place. He couldn't even get one second of peace, without his phone going off. His Instagram page had to have at least three new posts a day. Wherever he went, all the teens went wild, taking pictures, or asking for an autograph, etc. He guessed that he was good-looking... he was more like his mom than dad, and the only similarities with his dad, were their uncanny abilities. He wasn't scrawny, and didn't have curly hair, but had straight cinnamony hair, and dark tan skin, he was 5'9. His eyes, just like both of his parents, were hazily.

The real reason he was a celebrity? His dad and he had just invented the first flying car. It was a major hit, especially for all of the 'save the planet!' gaggle of giggling girls who yelled about the world ending in 10 years, which seemed to haunt him wherever he was. It operated off solar power, making it the most efficient car ever, especially because it was in the sky. Because it was in the sky, it had a ton of sun hitting it all the time. The car (obviously) was a huge hit and had made their family insanely wealthy. Of course, he would forever be the boy that had run on the streets, fixing things in exchange for food, clothes, and other necessities.

Of course, this was when he was three, and couldn't even lift a useful wrench. Then, he had lived in a shack, a maze of cardboard boxes. His father had created it, when they had no money, after spending it all on a loan for supplies to build the garage. These were bad days, and he would forever be scarred from them. Finally, the days ended when the garage was built, and they had started to live there. When the business was started up, things started running smoothly, and his family had elevated from on the streets, to a middle class. A big jump, especially from where he came from. After a few years, when the business was completely up and running, he had gone to Camp Half-Blood. There, he had found friends... He wanted to go back and see them every day, but every day was farther and farther away.

When he was at camp, he had decided to go to Lupa. He had been seen through to the Romans, and to Camp Jupiter. Of course, the student exchange had helped a lot with that. Then again, it had completely destroyed the true friendships that he had. Training at both camps, he was exceptional at combat. There was only one person his age, that was better than him, or on occasion as good as him. Depending. He had planned to go back last summer, but now, in the middle of a school year, he had come back. He hoped that his reception would be, ok. Man, was he wrong.

Cora watched from the window of her bedroom. The sanctuary for her the last couple of days. The sun had just risen and did not disappoint Cora's efforts. Oranges, from the ripest fruit. Pinks, from the rose, at the peak of its blume. Yellows, bright like the golden hair from the locks of the sun. Purples, from the vineyard grapes, ready to be picked and eaten, right on the spot. Blues, cut from the sky and whites, like the purest clouds. Not a cloud in the sky was to be seen, and the morning was perfect.

Let me just say, ya right!

The perfectly painted picture was perfect, but let the truth be told, it was not of joy, that the sun did its work. It was twisted and two-sided, and to go with this morning, was the worst joke of all. A kid was laying under Thalia's tree. Even from afar, Cora knew who it was. No wonder she had woken up so early... no, she wanted him gone. Out of her sight, senses, out of her world.