The White Lightning

Chapter 4: I Hate Summer Camps and Annis.

Junichiro

I felt as if all the pain from my face crumbled into vomit. The feeling of anger infuriated my senses, and I honestly did not want to be with this group of weirdos.

But here I am.

A demigod, a son of a demigod and a hero from 3000 years ago, and a fucking goat. The satyr, MY satyr, Wand, stayed a safe distance away from me like it feared the wrath I would uphold onto him.

Good choice.

I put on my new clothes from Hippolytus, since my Gi and sweater was bloodied, which was a simple pink shirt and golf pants. I ran my fingers through the blonde streaks in my hair, and assumed that was enough. 

It just turned into dawn as I went out of the tent and greeted the little crew who adopted me. "Good morning," I told them, earning a few back. Anni was passed out and a bit bloodied from last night.

I pointed to her and Hippolytus smiled. "Anni overworked, I'll carry her until she awakens. Let's find Long Island and the Hunter of Artemis." 

I nodded and spoke the word from memory, "Actaeon." The camp we made was now a square, in which I picked it up and put it in my pocket.

"Why are you alive?" I asked, straightforward as ever. Hippolytus didn't mind, "I wasn't killed when the doors of death were opened." I nodded, remembering the war. I wasn't in it, but it was a pretty big deal.

"A lot of you demigods live in New York, that's smart," He smiled at me, "I met Anni in New York actually." I shook my head in dissatisfaction. 

"I'm not from here, I'm from Maine."

Wand finally spoke up, "Maine?! I started tracking you in Brooklyn!" I couldn't help but glare towards him, "You were late in finding me, but I'm not a demigod. I'm a full mortal."

"That's what they all say." A familiar voice spoke. Anni, from under Hippolytus's neck, smiled at me. 

"I've seen demis say that, then get their heads eaten by drakons."

I shuddered, "Shut up." 

She nodded and jumped off of Hippolytus.

"So!" She smiled. "Shall we get going again?"