Fated To Fall: PJO

New Friends, Old Enemies

Theo tried to walk towards the woman. She seemed so welcoming, like he had just come home after a while at boarding school. The smile she gave was just like Christopher's. He felt... safe.

As he took his first step, a door behind the woman opened, revealing two men. One of them was heavily muscled, like the wrestlers you'd see on TV. He had a large leather jacket on and aviators. He had jet black hair that was greased back.

Theo couldn't tell if he looked more like a wrestler or a kid from the 1950s.

The other man, however, was blond and looked like he was Christopher's age. His hair fell in waves like he spent all his time at the beach. He had the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen and a smile so bright Theo was worried he'd be blinded.

He was wearing white board shorts with a yellow T-shirt. It was such a contrast to the other man it took Theo off guard.

Both of the men took a seat on either side of the woman, neither of them taking their eyes off of Theo. The leather-clad man waving Theo over.

Theo started walking again, not realizing when he had stopped, when a voice started playing through the hall. He whipped around, trying to find where it was coming from without any luck.

As the voice got clearer, Theo stopped and stood still, watching as the blond's smile grew wider as the voice got louder. It was singing. The voice was singing.

Great God Apollo,
God of Medicine and Healing,
hear this servant's prayer.
Heal me, oh God of medicine.
Touch me and pull the sickness out.
Make me well with your cleansing touch. Heal me.
Make me well.

"Well," The blond clapped his hands, "Looks like we'll have to have this conversation later. You have to go."

Theo didn't notice the sad look the woman gave him as his surroundings faded to black.

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Theo groaned as he felt the sunshine hit his eyes. He rolled over before sitting up in shock. He wasn't in pain anymore.

Gingerly, he rotated his left shoulder, his limb moving easily and painlessly. He tried lifting his leg and let out a sharp sigh as there was no pain.

"Oh good, you're awake," A boy's voice spoke, startling Theo and causing him to roll over, hitting the floor with a thunk.

Theo stood up and looked at the person who spoke to him. He looked 15, maybe 16. He had sun-bleached hair that was perfectly styled, tan skin and sky blue eyes. He was wearing a bright orange shirt and blue jeans, with a piece of armor on one shoulder.

He gave an amused smile and looked like he was trying not to laugh, "You took quite a beating on your way here, for a while we weren't sure if you would make it."

Theo let out a sound between a sigh and huff, "And where exactly is here? I don't remember much."

The boy's eyes seemed to soften at that, "I don't expect you would. According to Clarisse, the one who brought you here, you managed to survive against a griffin with no experience, no knowledge, and no weapon. Honestly, it's a miracle you survived long enough to make it here.

I'm getting distracted, you made it to Camp Half-Blood, alive, congratulations, you were hurt and unconscious and brought to the infirmary."

Theo puffed out his cheeks, remembering the conversation he had with his dad-- HIS DAD, Theo didn't know what happened after he ran, the car was totaled, and they were too far for him to walk, if he was even alive.