Camp Half Blood

Surprise Reunion

Eyes opening, Stiles looked up at a ceiling fan, blowing air on his face. He slowly opened his hand, lifting it up to look at it. There were small divots in his hands where he had clenched his hands so tightly it made his finger nails make small cuts in his palms. That usually happened whenever he had a nightmare.

Blinking several times he took in his surroundings, the ceiling was made from wood, not plaster so it told him he was in a more cabin type place. His hand felt the thing he was laying on, leather, not sheets, so he was on a couch.

Sitting up he looked around, finding he was in a room that had a large bookshelf against the wall, a leopard's head hanging above the fireplace.

"Good morning," Danny said, stepping into the room, wearing a leather vest that had a small knife and a set of panpipes strapped to it. There was also the disturbing fact that he had goat legs.

"What..." Then it all came rushing back, the monsters, Ms. Morrell, his Father.

Stiles's hand immediately went to his shoulder, but there was nothing, not a giant gaping hole, or scabs, or even a scar.

"What the hell?" Stiles said, feeling over his shoulder again and again, looking for any sign of what happened.

"You're not going to find anything," Danny told him, drawing his attention back to him.

"You're a were-goat," Stiles stated.

Danny chuckled, looking down at his legs,"Not quite. I'm a satyr, can't go back and forth between forms like werewolves can."

"I've seen you in shorts, how—"

"The Mist," Danny said,"It keeps the worlds of Mortals and gods separate, so there isn't a mass panic when someone like me goes strolling down the street. If you focus you can see through it."

"Gods?" Stiles repeated.

Danny smiled,"I think it's time you met Chiron."

With Danny's help, Stiles stood up, every muscle he had felt weak like he had a whole body workout.

When they were finally outside, Stiles's jaw dropped, looking over the place like he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

Kids around his age and younger were in full Greek armor with swords and everything, fighting each other. Off to the other side, a group of kids were practicing archery, and there was a rock wall spewing lava from the top, and he could have sworn there was a twelve year old climbing it.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," A voice said, and Stiles turned toward the origin, to find a man with the lower half of a horse.

Stiles eyes widened, making sure he was seeing clearly, then of course the first thing he said,"Does it bother you that your balls are just hanging around for everyone to see?"

Chiron let out a roar of laughter,"Daniel warned me of your habit of speaking your mind no matter what comes out of it."

"Most of the time it gets me in trouble," Stiles admitted.

"I think you'll find that's the case for everyone here," Chiron replied,"Would you care to walk with me, Mr. Stilinski?"

Stiles looked over to Danny and he gave an encouraging nod and he followed after the centaur.

"Whatever you think I am? It's not me," Stiles said immediately.

"I imagine that might be usually the case. Daniel has informed me of your connection with the werewolves. You thought you were a human among them, when you were in fact hidden. It took Daniel three years to find you because there were too many werewolves covering your scent."