Bwahahahahaha! Yes, centaurs- and part centaurs- speak welsh! Which means, just to add some mystery, you will have to go to Google translate to figure out what some people here are saying. Okay. Do I look like Rick Riordan? No. I'm also NOT a guy. Thats about it. Enjoy.
"Merelin?" I asked, looking into her eyes. I shook so hard her teeth clacked together. " Merelin!" I drew back my hand and slapped her on the cheek. It was like hitting a statue. No. I wouldn't let this happen again. Never.
I ran to Talia's tree, sprinted past the dragon, and grabbed the spare conch horn stashed in between the roots of the tree. A puddle of acid splashed the rock near me and it morphed immediately into a pile of grey goop. I sprinted by and smelled the hair on the nape of my neck smoldering. I kept on running until I reached Merelin again. Her face was turning ash grey. I put the conch horn to my lips and blasted three short notes as fast as I could. An answering blast came from the strawberry fields below. I knelt down and began to pump Merelin's chest so hard I swear I heard a rib crack. I heard the pounding of hooves skid to a stunned halt.
"No," dad managed. His face was pale. After he got over his surprise, he galloped the rest of the way so fast I thought he would bend time. I paused and felt for a pulse. Nothing.
By now, campers where coming over the crest of the hill, and I tried my best to ignore the looks they where giving me. I stopped pumping and silently slid my fingers down, over her eyelids, and shut her eyes. The wind rustled through the long grass around us. Every one had their eyes to the ground. I smoothed Merelin's hair away from her forehead and kissed her forehead once, as a blessing. Then I stepped away and listened. A soft voice was on the wind, a whisper that seemed to echo in my skull.
"She is of Aphrodite, Carytus... I hope you'll realize that much." Merelin's voice breathed. I grimaced slightly and rubbed at my temples. The change would come in a day or two. I turned to tell dad but he, like everyone else, was staring at the sky. A small star, softly glowing blue, had appeared. For a few seconds the constant headache that had been persisting during the day seemed to disappear, but then, as suddenly as it went, it came back.
The world seemed to fold in two. I sank to my knees and tried my best not to scream. The change would come tonight. I should've known. I forced myself to walk over to my dad and leaned forwards until my lips brushed against his ear.
" Mae'r newid wedi dod ," I whispered urgently. He nodded solemnly and ruffled my hair.
"Well, then, I do hope you'll visit as soon as you get used to it," He murmured, but his face was troubled. He looked over his shoulder and paused to let Percy and some campers go out of earshot, "Os ydych yn llwyddo i ddod o hyd i'ch chwaer ... " He hesitated, and looked pained, "Dywedwch wrth ei bod hi's dal i groesawu yma .Off you go, then." He said simply. His eyes bore into mine. Please, don't let the change take hold of you like it did to your brother. He thought. I nodded. I won't. I thought back. He nodded, I turned away, and sliped into the shadows.
It was time for the change.

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Carystus
FanfictionI've always wanted that same father-son relationship that the other campers have (even if their parents are gods) But maybe its too much to ask when I'm Chions son?