I let Tyler lead me through a fairly spacious valley. Kids wearing bright orange shirts seem to be doing all sorts of things, from playing volleyball to sword fighting to canoeing and archery. Some goat-men, sorry, satyrs, play volleyball with some of the kids, while others play pipes to what seem to be strawberry plants.
In the midst of it all, though, are dozens of cabins, all different, even from this vantage. One is painted a ghastly red, another one is bright pink and looks like a Barbie doll house.
Tyler isn't leading me in that direction, though. Instead, he leads me towards a large ranch-style house with a wraparound porch.
"Chiron!" he calls. "I found someone!"
A man in a wheelchair rolls out onto the deck. "Well done, Tyler," the man says.
He moves as if to rise from the wheelchair, but surely he can't do that... Can he?
Turns out, he can.
But instead of just standing, I see the body of a horse appearing.
I stumble backwards as the man now reveals himself to be a centaur.
"Ok, I've surely had a meltdown," I mutter.
The man deemed Chiron by Tyler laughs. "You have not, although many believe similar things when they first arrive."
"Chiron," Tyler says urgently. "We were attacked by a hellhound."
"By the gods," Chiron exclaims, instantly serious. "How did you escape unscathed?"
Tyler gestures to me.
"If I have a say in this thing," I chime, "it was pretty darn cute."
Chiron turns to me. "What is your name, child?" he asks
"Um... Lyla. Lyla Frost," I say. My brain is trying to wrap itself around everything.
'Oi! Brain! Concentrate, please!' my heart says.
'Shut up, I'm trying to work this out.'
I sigh.
"Well, Lyla," Chiron says. "You're in luck. We've got a campfire tonight, and you should have a lot of fun here." He turns to Tyler. "You can go now."
Tyler nods and trots away.
Chiron turns back to me and smiles. "If you'll come with me, as I'm sure you're very confused right now, we have a video that might help clear things up."
He trots inside the house and pulls out a projector, along with a screen.
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Fifteen minutes later, I'm less confused than I was. Apparently, the video is to help kids, sorry, half-bloods, like me to understand what we are and, kind of, how.
I walk out of the room to find Chiron playing cards with a man in a tiger-striped shirt. They both look up.
"So this is another brat, I suppose?" the man in the tiger shirt says.
Chiron frowns and sighs. "Lyla, this is Mr. D."
"What does the D stand for?" I ask.
"Take a lucky guess," Mr. D says, waving his hand and making a Diet Coke appear. He sighs and pops the top.
I think I have a pretty good guess of who Mr. D is.
'Aren't the gods supposed to be 10 feet tall or something, though?' my brain argues.
'Shut up and work,' responds my heart. 'We're going through enough as is.'
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Daughter of Magic
FanfictionLyla Frost is almost done with another year at school. She hopes that nothing will go wrong - again. This is her eighth time in a different school. Every year, something happens that she gets blamed for, and she has to switch schools again. What she...
