Never Say Goodbye

Nick

Nick's POV
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"Hello?"
I sat up on the couch and had to force my eyes to stop from widening. Three figures stood in the dark, their large frames blocking the moon light.
"Nick, Nick, Nick. You've grown up. No longer that short skimpy boy. Oh how I have waited for this moment. We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice." The bulkiest one with a smug voice raised the silhouette of a sword
"Um...I'd rather not choose." I sprung up from the sofa and took in my surroundings. Nothing but a dining table and a window that was locked. I grabbed a silver candle holder on the dining table and planned out my attack.

I vaulted over the dining table and swung the candle holder at the closest figure. He dropped like a sack of potatoes but quickly stood again.
I called out to my friends. "Hey, a little help here!"
The middle monster sneered. "They're already dead."
My heart dropped and I suddenly smelled the metallic smell of blood. They were dead. He swung at me with his huge blade. I stared as the sword entered my stomach. "Nick! Wake up!" The monster called. Wait, what? I jolted up in bed. Oh. Just a dream.

"Nick, you scared us. You were thrashing around and...!" John, the Satyr that brought me here stared at me with wide eyes.
"Oh, sorry about that, just a dream." I apologized and swung out of the stretcher. I was safe here. At camp half blood.
John handed me a pair of crutches. Oh right, I broke my leg. A duo of hydras had chased me and John when we were running to camp. John and I managed to fight them off and then reach the barrier the of Golden Fleece, but not before I broke my leg.

John had been an undercover student at a juvenile home with me. He snuck me out when monsters started attacking the building.
"You passed out and we couldn't fed you ambrosia so the injury set in. It'll heal today though."
He handed me a square of what I guessed was ambrosia. It melted in my mouth and I suddenly tasted the orange meringue pie my Grandmother fed me when I was a baby.

"Come on, breakfast is starting!" John said, scampering out side. Running my finger through my short hair, I pulled on a pair of jeans, an orange tee shirt, and some tennis shoes. "Coming!" I limped with the crutches to the dining hall

I wolfed down some good-old-fashioned pancakes drowned in syrup (A/N: PJO fans will know what I'm talking about😜)and caught Jackson, one of the campers, staring at me.
"What?" I asked
"You're being claimed! Everyone, Nick's being claimed!" He yelled.
A red glow fogged the edges of my vision and I scrambled to my feet.
"Wha-?" I sputtered. I glanced down and jumped at what I was wearing. Full body armor covered me from head to toe and a harsh red light glowed around me. I looked at my reflection in my glass of water and saw red and black war paint tattooing my face.
"Congratulations, Nick Martin, Son of Ares. The God of War, father of the Boars." Chiron said, motioning to me.
"Hey! He's one of us!" Frace, another son of Ares, fist pumped me.

Greyhen, the counselor of the Ares cabin, gave me a tour of the camp. Every thing was kinda boring until we passed the weapon shack.
"Go in if you want, I'm sure you'll find something." Greyhen said.
I looked around. Something was pulling my hand into the pile of swords. I reached in and felt my palm close around a small bead. Pulling it out, I stared at the leather bracelet with an iron nob.
"Hmm. Oh! That was a bracelet Ares gave as a gift to camp half blood for rescuing his daughter named Clarisse. I don't know why it's in the weapon shack but..." Greyhen started.
I twisted to iron nob and an axe sprung into my hand.
"That's why it's in the weapon shack. Can I keep it?" I turned to Greyhen.
"Sure, I mean, it called to you." She shrugged.
I twisted the iron bead attached to the end of the shaft of the axe and it returned to its bracelet form.
"Thanks." I said, slipping the perfectly fitting bracelet on.