Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 11

Henry's feet silently landed on the wooden floor of the Big House with a slight tap sound. His cloak was draping around him like a concealing shadow as the lights started to flicker and dull, giving him an eerie presence in this cabin. He did not want Nico, Percy, or anyone else to know what he was, or more specifically, who, but he just couldn't help but have a flare for the dramatic in this situation. He would never do this if he hadn't put on the mask and cloak, it wasn't his style. Which made it perfect for this particular event.

He stared up the staircase to the creaky attic, a sign pinned on it saying "ORACLE". Must have been there for the new campers who would think of pulling a prank. That made it a little easier on him, at least.

He silently walked though the house, his feet as light as the morning mist that settles over the graveyard. He walked till he found a sign of life within the empty place, and hovered in the shadows. Not wanting to be seen yet, his eyes searching around with determination as the lights dulled even more.

"Gods damn this electricity!" A plump man in a really horrible tourist shirt said as he rolled in his chair at the end of the desk. " First, dad takes away my wine, now he is messing with the lights? What did I do to deserve this-"

"Oh, calm yourself, friend." Another man, much more calm and reasonable than the other, stated. "This is someone elses doing."

"Jason?"

"As much as you hate him, he is not behind this."

"Then who, Chiron? Who the bloody hell is it?!" Henry's ears perked up. Elisabeth had mentioned a guy named Chiron. He was someone that both her adoptive fathers trusted, as well as admired.

"I do not know, but I will go and seek them out."

"Good."

Henry heard four hooves click against the hardwood floor, coming right towards him. As soon as this 'Chiron' cleared the doorway, Henry's eyes widened in amazement. He couldn't believe his eyes, he was looking at a centaur! He was majestic to say the least, with his top half human from the torso up, and the body of a horse the rest of the way down. Strong, long brown hair, well toned, leather straps kept a satchel of arrows on his back and a bow strung across the other shoulder. Henry had never seen anyone like this. Sure, Elisabeth had told him about a guy named Chiron, but she didn't say how awesome he was! She just said he was a guy in a wheelchair!

Henry shook his head and fallowed him slowly, till they were out of retch of the any people who would probably overhear. They were in the basement, the centaur man checking for anyone messing with the breakers. 'All right, this will have to do.'

"If you are going to keep fallowing me, I will not hesitate to kick you with my hind hooves."

Henry blinked, staying silent in his shadows. Chiron turned and looked right at him, not even looking surprised. "I am well used to the presence of darkness, young one. I know when something is... different."

Henry slowly came forward from his protective cacoon, deepening his voice a little as he let the firelight in the room flicker, but said nothing. Chiron chuckled a little, coming a little closer to him. "I assume you are here on account of Miss Walker?" Henry nodded slowly, but keeping his mouth shut. "Will you not speak to me?" Henry kept his mouth shut, his figure unmoving as he was being analyzed. "I know your human... Or at least look like one."

Henry rolled his eyes. Fishing. He was fishing for information. 'Great, just what I needed. Him trying to unravel me.'

"Will you at least tell me how you knew were Miss Walker was? And her condition." 'That I can answer.'

"I was summoned." The look on Chiron's face changed from curious to serious, his eyes darkening just a little more than their already dark brown eyes.