Carystus

A hero replaces me-again.

The next day, the Hermes cabin got inspected anyways, and then, suddenly, everyone was gone and I was standing alone with a girl from the Athena cabin. She eyed me for a few seconds, and then nodded at the chair in front of her. I gulped down my anxiety and sat down slowly. She immediately burst headfirst into a rant about how disrespectful Hermes kids where and that I should go ahead and play whatever stupid prank I want to play.

I just sat down silently and waited for her to calm down, but when I did that, she seemed even madder. Maybe it's just a child of Athena type of thing. I think not. You see, it ended with her face getting as red as the organic strawberries outside. Me backing of slowly, then getting shoved- actually slammed- into the wall while she left the cabin in tears. That's when I felt dizzy. Black spots danced in front of my eyes. I vaguely remember the floor rushing up to meet my face. Then, the darkness took over.

Do not, ever, loose consciousness, if you can help it. You see, it's not like you wake up, and magically, the pain just appears out of nowhere. It's more like this; before you wake up there is this horrible, horrible pain throbbing in your head. Then, when you open your eyes even more painful pain rushes straight to your head.

Before I gross you out, or bore you to death with the icky bits, I want to tell you that I can't exactly get ambrosia or nectar even close to my mouth. Technically, I'm Quarter wood-nymph, quarter centaur, quarter horse/titan, and quarter human-ish. The entire thing is, that you can never be sure about giving any godly stuff to me, 'cause there is always the conflict of opinion about my dad being a god or not. He is, because he ate ambrosia at the annual camp theatre night, and nothing happened to him.

But, when I was five, (wow! that was such a long time ago!) This half-Egyptian-Quarter-Roman-Quarter-Greek thingy attacked me and it ended up with me in coma and my dad making a wheelchair that could compress his horse half, so he could make a living while I was err, out of it. Camp half-blood was run by Dionysus, as a punishment for…. Well, I'm sure you already know the rest, so I won't get into the details and such.

But anyways, those where though times for my dad. First, he received the news than Hippe, my oldest sister, had asked Artemis to turn her into a constellation because she had a daughter and was ashamed to tell Chiron. Then, five minutes later, another Iris message appeared while he was in a restaurant. Saying that his second daughter, Endeis, had murdered her step-son, and was then banned from the city of Athens. (Her body was found a few months later, but everybody decided it would be too much for Chiron to learn about.)

Then came the news that my other sister, Ocyrhoe, had been transformed into a horse for helping a centaur out of a hunting trap. She had no memories of her human life whatsoever, and was now happily roaming around in green grassy fields. This saddened dad a lot, because, out of all of his daughters, she was the peace fullest. I would've cried my heart out if some body had told me, then and there, but when they did, the memories of her where long since forgotten.

The worst part happened a few years later, when I turned twelve, and my dad found that boy, Percy Jackson. It was as if I'd disappeared from his life forever. He only remembered me when he got an illegal phone call from mount Olympus, and was told, by a tear-shedding Artemis, that my mom had been killed by some stupid, self conceited titan.

Here, you're probably thinking something like "aw, poor Chiron!" But that's my point. Somewhere, along the way, I seemed to become only a fragment of everyone's memory. Even that author, - Rick Riordan, I think- Cut out the fact that I saved Percy many times…

When I did come out of coma, it was as if I had never existed. My father was teaching another hero, and that meant curling up into a small, forgotten ball, again.

I'm not saying that I hate Percy or anything, we're great friends, actually, but there was this stage in my life that he seemed to replace my spot as a son.