Chapter 3

92 8 24
                                    

Disclaimer; I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus, those belong to the wonderful Rick Riordan.

Cealen's point of view

Wow, what Nico had just told me, I didn't know to believe it, laugh, cry, or punch something.

His words kept on replaying in my head, 'The Greek gods, they are real. And, one of your parents is one of them." Apparently there was a camp for people like him, and me. It was called Camp Half Blood.

Soon we were on our way to camp.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~

As we got to this 'camp' that Nico told me about, I start to worry. What if this was a trick? Had I let my guard down too easily?

I couldn't believe that I had followed him, a complete stranger that I just met. He could be anybody. For all I knew he was going to take a turn and we would end up in Quebec. (I live near the border, but we were in NY)

Just then, we stopped. "Nico, where are we?" No response, "Nico!" I said, more forcefully "Oh, sorry Cealen" he looked at me. "Welcome to camp half-blood"

Then, a girl came up to us "Who are you?" I asked. Nico replied instead of the girl, "Cealen, this is...

The Daughter of DeathWhere stories live. Discover now