Percy Jackson From Times Lost Long Ago

Camp Half Blood Meets its Saving "Grace"

 Chiron looked sadly at the portrait he held in his hand. It was old, painted at least a thousand years ago. Time had weathered and chipped off paint. The edges were yellow and crumbly and yet it was still timeless. He knew the person it was painted of. He would probably never know anybody like him ever again. He would never be able to train anyone like that again. 

 The person in the picture was a hero, someone that Chiron had trained. He was still in the business of training heroes, but the gods just didn't make them like they used too. "If only I had protested more," the centaur thought. In the portrait stood a hero with one leg on a rock. Countless legends had been written about him and heroes trained to be like him, none could achieve his level of perfection. His wavy, short cut black hair flowed with the wind. His chiseled face was looking off into the distance. His muscular body stood out among the ancient Greek armour. His eyes, however, held the secrets to his past. The sea green orbs looked sadly off into the distance with the tragedy of having a heroes life, one that seemed almost doomed to fail in the end no matter how much good it brought to the world.

 "If only he could have been there," the thoughts kept coming, "he could have bested Kronos and saved the day and we wouldn't have had nearly as many casualties." Chiron thought sadly of the group that had continually taken quests to save the day. Annabeth, Grover and Clarisse had all taken many quests together including one to save Thalia from her prison of a pine tree. They were good, but not Percy good. Poor Nico, he was still mad at Annabeth from things beyond her control. His sister, Bianca lost right when she was showing the most potential in life. 

 Chiron's pondering was cut short when a crash from the lake ringed out through the air. Fearing the worst Chiron galloped off to the lake. When he arrived he found pegasi fleeing  to the sky and a broken chariot crashed into the lake. Demigods were crowded around and Chiron was struggling to push his way through the mob. Among him the demigods started to kneel at the foot of an elfish kid with an hammer above his head. His companions a boy and a girl stared above his head in total confusion. 

 Hopefully, these three would have a happily ever after. When you are a demigod, however, that is usually not the case.