Christopher Wildflight: #1 The Greek Egyptian (A PJO and related series FanFic)

Chapter 1: I Get Kicked From Boarding School

*Chris*

Hi, Christopher here, you can call me Chris. You don't know who I am right now, but you will soon enough. I'm currently sending this recording out so you fellow Egyptians can hear me. Sadie said people like you get whatever gives you these messages in your lockers, your houses, whatever. Or was it that the recording tells you to find a locker? Ahh, I don't know, I'm just here cause I need to go back home. I mean, my other home, Camp Half-God or whatever.

(Sadie says it's camp Half-Blood. Why do they call it camp Half-Blood? Camp Half-God would be way better. I mean, aren't the... the Demigods there all Half God? That doesn't even make sense to name them Half-Bloods. I certainly wouldn't want to be called that.)

(Sadie's telling me to shut up because none of you know what I'm talking about right now. I guess she's right. Even I dont really know what I'm talking about.)

But I'm not here to have a rant, I'm here to talk to you about the end of the world.

Yes, the end of the world. What, you think I'm joking? Strange things have been happening all over the planet, and that includes good and bad. Weird monster things that I don't know about keep appearing, and Sadie and Carter have to keep fighting them off. For me, things started going strange as soon as those goat men appeared. They're gone now, along with my friends, but don't worry, they're at where I'm going to now. As for Doomsday, ask Sadie and Carter, they're experts at Doomsday.

You want to hear my story? First, you'll need to know who I am.

My full name is Christopher Wildflight, I'm your average ADHD kid who got sent to boarding school, except, I'm not your average kid cause I've got amazing powers and I'm the son of a Greek God. Because, you know, we have problems. I'm 13, a boy, and apart from that even I don't know anything else about myself. Get ready for a wild and confusing ride.

It all started one day at boarding school, I was at school with my normal buddies, Lynne Weber, Blake, and Arthur Unknown (That's his actual last name, supposedly). It was recess, so naturally, we were out on the playground, watching the schoolmates play Basketball and whatever. We usually play tag, but today some of the new kids were occupying it. 

The new kids stay away, but they gave us very hostile glances from time to time, like they thought we were going to attack them or something.

The new kids were very hostile, but they were new around here, so I guess not even not-so-nice kids would try to pick a fight with us on the very first day.

I mean, we weren't at all dangerous or scary, Our small little group consisted of a girl (That's Lynne) with three boys, one derpy boy wearing glasses (That's Arthur), one with a fast and timid talking voice and an occasional stammer, (That's Blake), and one guy from Hong Kong. (That's me!) We weren't anything strange at first sight.

Once you got closer though, you'd see completely different people.

Our eyes, for example, really set us apart. Lynne's eyes were sea green, like, real sea green. If you look across a marine ocean from the beach and see that light green shade, you'd get the colour of her eyes.

Blake has black eyes. Like, pitch black eyes. If you looked at nothing in the middle of a dark room with no light source at all, you'd get the colour of his eyes. I mean, you can't even see his pupils.

Another thing about him? Me and Blake are huge Pokemon fans.

Arthur has normal brown eyes. Like, completely normal brown eyes. If you looked at an average person with brown eyes, you'd get the colour of Arthur's eyes. Go figure.

As for me, well, they say that I have sky blue eyes, but every time I look in the mirror, I see a normal pair of brown eyes. My friends were known to tease and trick me every once in a while, but every time they talked about my eyes, they spoke with seriousness and sincerity, like I should really be trusting their words instead of my own true whatever-their-colours-are coloured eyes.