Maylor Oneshots

Son of a g**!

In 1970, John's 11, Roger's 12, Brian 13 and Freddie 14 for the sake of the story.

The context of the story belongs to Rick Riordan. I've never been to Manhattan or Central Park, so please don't take the geography too seriously. And sorry Americans, I don't actually think that about you. Love ya all! (American or not)

1970

Roger's P.O.V.

12th June

I was left there, alone, in the middle of the forest long away from my house. No food, no water, nothing. The only instruction my mum gave me was to go past that big pine and enter. I wasn't going to do that, below me the only thing I saw were crazy lads throwing arrows and javelins, some other pals with swords, fighting! Where was I? This is crazy! Bloody Americans.. in England you couldn't see this kind of things...

I wasn't going into that place. 

Three hours passed, I was just sitting aganist a tree, when I heard a whistle, like a snake. It was far but it was getting stronger, meaning it was getting closer.

Not long after I stood up, I saw a sihouette of a woman, when she got closer I saw her skin, compleatly green, and her legs were boneless, long and twisty. I was so scared I started singing, that's what I did when I was nervous or scared.

She continued to come towards me and my singing got higher and louder, to a point where it was hardly audiable. When the thing was about six feet from me, it rolled its eyes back, blood falling from inside its ears and falling dead to the ground.

I remember trying to run away from it but falling on the floor, knocked out.

Brian's P.O.V.

I was doing my usual guard with a few mates, when I heard singing somewhere out of the camp. My hearing was better than usual due to my constant music practise.

I told the others I was going to check something, without giving a lot of details, and running to the place that voice came from. I expected to find a woman or a girl, but instead an unconcious boy laid on the ground. I notinced a dracaene a few meters away. Could it be that.. in that case I had to tell Chiron. I ran towards the big house, but I hesitated. I couldn't leave that boy there, he sure was scared, so I came back to him, carefully picked him up in bridal style and walked steadyly to Chrion.

While walking I noticed the boy's blond long-ish hair. If he had blue eyes he was the typical stereotype of an Apollo's child. Maybe he was, after all, it seemed like he killed the monster singing. Interesting.

I could see Chiron's house not very far so I started to run. My long legs made it easier for me and I didn't trip. Soon all the bloody camp had their eyes on me, Chiron included.

He frowned at the unconcious body in my arms "Brian, who's that?" he asked, interested.

I stayed still a few seconds to catch my breath "I-I found him just on the border" I said "A dead dracaena beside him. I think he's a demigod, he passed the magic boundary without a problem" I explained.

The centaur nodded "Take him to the nursery, I'll call John"

I nodded and did as he ordered. I took him to the nursery and laid him on a bed, John came almost immediatly.

"Bri!" he called. I smiled, he smiled back, showing his gap. John was only eleven, but he was one of the most talented healers of the camp. He came here at the same time as me, but he was five and I was seven "This is the boy?" he asked.

"Yeah. Well I leave you, I don't want to bother" I smiled "Tell me when you're finished, please" Deaky, as I and Fred called him, nodded and I took it as an invitation to get out.