The Blood War (New Generation Of Demigods!)

Chapter Nine: Drake the Murderer and Chuck the Twenty-Year Old Kid

Chapter Nine: Drake the Murderer and Chuck the Twenty-Year Old Kid

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By now, Fred would've assumed Drake was a murderer.

The meeting ended quickly after choosing the campers to go on a quest. And right after everyone had went out of the rec room, Drake declared that they were going to meet the sixth quest member right then.

It was already 7:30 ,thirty minutes before dinner begen, so they didn't mind meeting the guy (or girl) at that time.

That is, before Drake had strolled into the woods like it was his own house. They had no choice but to follow.

Darkness clung to them as they made their way deeper into the woods. Nearby nymphs watched them curiously, but most ignored the five demigods that roamed among them, Drake in the lead.

"Drake I swear if you don't tell me where were going---", Alexia was cut off by Drake, who looked annoyed.

"Just shut up and follow me", he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Alexia huffed, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you brought us here to kill us"

It was nice to know that Fred wasn't the only one who assumed Drake was a possible murderer.

"Here we are!", Drake exclaimed as they halted to a stop.

"What are we doing here?", Gwen asked frowning.

We were at the creek, the body of water that served as the boundary during Capture the Flag held every Friday. Which was today, but because of the venti attack and Lu's abduction, it was postponed, which was disappointing, since it today supposed to be Camp Jupiter vs. Camp Half-Blood.

Fred had really wanted to pulverise the Hermes cabin for that little 'Shaving cream in pillow' prank they pulled on him and the other Romans yesterday.

Atleast the children of Mercury were a bit more disciplined than them....well, sort of.

Just then, a figure moved amongst the shadows, and Fred raised his spear, the others raised their weapons too, except for Drake who just smiled his dark brown eyes sparkling in the dark.

"Drake?", a voice asked, the owner of the voice hidden amongst the shadows.

The son of Plut---er, Hades spread his arms and grinned cheekily. "The one and only"

The figure stepped out of the shadows and a pair of furry goat legs came into view.

It was a fawn--er, satyr. He had a mop of curly brown hair and curious dark brown eyes. Judging from his looks, he was about ten years old.

But as Fred looked into his eyes, he saw a mixture of wisdom and bloodlust in the kid's eyes, which he found both weird and interesting.

"What do you want now Drake?!", the kid spat, angrily. He held a wooden club in his hands, and he looked like he would use it to slam Drake's brain out any minute.

Fred liked the kid already.

Drake just chuckled and held up a hand, "Relax, Chuck, I'm here to make a proposal"

Chuck lowered his club and raised an eyebrow, sniffing he replied, "I'm listening"

"Would you like to go on a quest?", the black haired son of Hades asked, smirking.

Before Chuck could answer, Clark interrupted him. "Woah, woah", he said, stepping forward. "We can't bring this kid with us! He's like, ten"

Chuck rolled his eyes, "Oh please, first off, I'm older than any of you. Second, I am a not a kid. Third, I'm in"