Chapter 2: Camp Half-Blood

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When Ranboo finally came about for earnest, he found himself lying on a comfy bed in a wooden cabin of some sort. A man in a wheelchair was sitting by him, reading a book. Ranboo jumped but regained his posture. "H-hello sir," he stuttered when the man did not realize that he was awake. The man looked up and his weathered face broke into a smile. "Hello, welcome to camp half-blood, fellow demigod.What's your name?" Ranboo stared at the man. "Demi-Demigod? I'm Ranboo, by the way. "

"I am Chiron. A demigod is the child of a god and a mortal. This camp is to, well, protect demigods. They attract monsters in the outside world at the age of about 9 to 11 yrs old, so they come here. I am the director of the camp. Each demigod has a godly father, even you. But that is undetermined, currently. I will ask one of my students to give you a tour of the camp as I have archery lessons with my other students to attend to. Wilbur! Come here!"

A tall, lean boy with brown hair entered the room. He smiled at Ranboo and pushed his glasses up his nose. He asked," Yes, Chiron?"

"Give Ranboo a tour of camp."

"Yes, sir. Is he fit to stand?"

" I'm good. I will try to stand," Ranboo answered, struggling to stand. Chiron helped him up and he changed into a centaur. Ranboo stared at him before Wilbur lend him out of the cabin. "Hi! I am Wilbur, Son of Apollo. You are undetermined, but you'll soon find your godly parents. Don't worry!"

Suddenly, a golden-haired boy with startling blue eyes came into vision, being chased by a brown-haired boy. They were both wearing orange camp half-blood shirts, but the brown-haired boy had a flower tucked behind his ear. Wilbur sighed. "Tommy, I recommend you to go back to archery training. Tubbo, stop fooling around, please."

Tommy the golden-haired boy pouted. "You're not the boss of me, Wilbur. "

"Yes I am. I'm 15 and you're 9. Go back to training you two, or I'll have to call Mr D. Do you want that?" Wilbur didn't look stern, he just looked tired. It was as if he went through the same conversation every single day. " Okay, but who is he?" Tubbo the brown-haired boy asked, pointing at me.

"New camper," Wilbur replied," Now, Tubbo, you're older so I expect you to take care of your friend, alright?"

Tommy sulked. "I'm not a child, Will. He's only older than me by a few months! Are you doing a tour? Could we help you? Pretty please?"

Wilbur rubbed his eyes and replied,'' If both of you promise to stop fooling around and do your duties, I will allow you to help with the tour. And Tommy, even if it's still only a few months, Tubbo is logically still older than you." Tommy ignored the last sentence and jumped for joy. Tubbo grinned at Ranboo and asked,"What is your name?"

"Ranboo," he replied, too busy staring at the many cabins opposite us.

"This place is huge, so if you want to finish the tour, we've got to start now," Tommy called. Ranboo tore my view away from the cabins and found that he was already way ahead of us. "So, Ranboo. How did you get here?" Wilbur asked as he showed us the archery area, where a few campers were training. All of a sudden, Ranboo felt a tug in his stomach and a few jewels like Diamonds, Gold and Iron rose from the ground. They all stared at the jewels, dumbfounded. Tommy reached out to touch one but Wilbur shouted,"Don't!" Tommy jumped and withdrew his hands. Ranboo, however, felt weirdly calm. He reached down and picked up one of the iron ingots. Nothing happened. Then Wilbur touched one and burned his hands. "Ouch!" He exclaimed, dropping the gold ingot he was holding. "We need to tell Chiron about this. Do you guys have any idea where this came from?" Wilbur stated,"But let's continue the tour first."

" I-I don't know where those came from..." Ranboo stuttered, suddenly feeling an odd pang.

"Oh yessss you dooo," The voices hissed and cooed. I bit my lip. "Well, actually I do," Ranboo hesitated,"I think that was me." They all stared at him in shock. He continued, taking a deep breath,"I felt an odd tug in my stomach and the question you asked might be the cause of it."

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