Carystus

I am an immortal son

Okay, before I start, let me tell you that I don't own anything Rick Riordan created etc. and the only reason that this is an all-rights-reserved is because I do own Carystus, Thais, and some parts of the plot. For now.And I did not copy a fanfiction(dot)net user known as Percy.Lover.Jason.Hater... I am her.

You know what I don't recommend if you are a demigod? Going on a monster hunting mission with Clarisse. Especially if you promised a certain four-thousand-year-old centaur that you wouldn't use a certain rhyming spells that your he decided to hand over through an Iris message, but you did it anyway. Great way to become her best friend, right? Yeah! Of course it's right! – Please note the sarcasm.

So here we were, Clarisse being very creative with rhyming swear words that would've put a cellmate to shame- if the cell mate survived the first few seconds with her- and punching me in every place she could. I won't mention my tailbone… I spotted the familiar gleam of an Iris message forming and decided not to mention it and let Clarisse beat me up some more, just to get her in trouble. Seconds later, I saw my dad's face forming out of the mist. I tried to look as in- pain as possible , but, sadly, my father decided, many years ago, that he would not tell the world that he, a rare, peacefull centaur, has an immortal son that is, in fact, HUMAN! forget I said that...

Anyhow... my dads eyes narrowed and he looked like he was about to explode as soon as he saw the state that I was in. 

He eyed us for a moment, then exclaimed,

"CLARISSE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE POOR LAD? "

Clarisse glared at him and snarled,

"What do you think I was doing, horse butt?"

I could feel a fight building up, and I already knew that my dad could get pretty deadly in protective mode, so I tried to stop it as fast as possible.

" Um, da- I mean,directorChiron, maybe you should calm down a little…."

My father promptly ignored me and wen't on ranting for quite a while.

His face disappeared in a splash of misty color and I realized that my jaw was hanging down to the floor. Wow. That was unexpected... wait... did he say Cyclops? I turned around slowly and decided not to tell Clarisse that Tyson was behind her... good thing its Tyson! (It's also a good thing that I promised him a pony, otherwise he would've knocked me out like he did to Clarisse.)

The next day, I was literally making headline news, thanks to Michael yew, that annoying Apollo camp councilor. The news (cough, rumor, cough) was that Chiron had a son in camp... as if! Hem... lets just say that I was a happy son of Hermes at the moment, so I wasn't a major suspect... (The key word is major...) The sons of Hermes where, naturally, getting questioned. So I had to work on lying, - which I've never done in my life- theft- the same thing as lying- and general loudness and prankyness...

Please, tell me to be quiet and curl up in the Hypnos cabin any day...

At the campfire, Chiron announced that he did not have any children and those rumors where dangerous for the camps reputation...

But I, Carystus, Chiron's son, know more than what is told...

I know this was really crappy as the next chapter may also be but really its ALOT  better later on.