Bradley Kherington: The Sacred Forge ««|Percy Jackson Fanfiction|»»

Chapter four: Camp Half-Blood

Oliver wasn't kidding, there were literally Pegasi standing in the parking lot waiting for us.

Where they were taking us? My "Home"? I had no idea where it was. Or what it was going to be like.

All my life I thought I was so strong, but I was slowly starting to find out that I was kind of a wimp.

I wanted to break down and cry, but I knew that now was not the time. I needed to get to where I was going and find out about my past, or more importantly, my dad.

Was he alive? Is he dying? Does he know about me? All these questions started to form as I stood in the parking lot.

I must have made it super awkward for Oliver. He cleared his throat, once again snapping me back to reality.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, blushing. Oliver replied, " No need to apologize, it's a lot to take in." he gestured to the magical steeds " your future awaits you."

I tried to hold back a giggle, but it failed. Oliver sure knew how to fix an awkward situation. As I trudged towards the creatures, the Fate's words echoed in my brain,

"Go, it's all apart of the plan."

I didn't think I would ever get that chuckle out of my memory. Oliver helped me up on my Pegasus and told me his name was Porkpie. Porkpie lifted his head properly and neighed.

As if horses could talk.

I giggled aloud at the thought, and Oliver looked puzzled. "What's so funny? Never seen a horse with wings before?" He smirked. I didn't know how to answer to that so I just smirked back.

He turned to Porkpie and held his head gently, " Can you take us to camp buddy?" He coaxed. Oliver looked so ridiculous talking to it like that, but it was kind of cute.

SNAP.OUT.OF.IT.

I was right, I needed to focus on the important thing, finding out more about my past.

"So," I started as Oliver saddled up on the other Pegasus, "my 'Home' " is a camp?" I questioned.

He relaxed and explained, " I promise, if we go now, you will understand a lot more than if I tried to explain everything to you."

I nodded to him. "So, are you going to sit all day? Or are we going to head to, camp." I taunted, making air quotes with my fingers.

For the hundredth time he let a smirk spread across his face, making his left eye squint. "I would hold on if I were you."

That was all the warning I had received. Typical Oliver

I couldn't even muster up a comeback. I was shot into the atmosphere, holding on to Porkpie for dear life.

Pegasus may seem like they are slow and graceful animals, that glide through the sky, which they are, but there is a whole 'nother side to them. I couldn't even hear myself scream. The wind whistling through my ears was way louder than anything I had ever heard.

I hardly had anytime to think before we had slowed into a glide over the ocean, I could see a forest stretching over the horizon. If I weren't so dazed from being shot from Oregon all the way to... wherever I was now, I would have appreciated the view and enjoyed the ride.