Hello Author here again. Just go ahead and keep reading. Yeah that it. Bye. Oh and I didn't want to put all the weird and uncomfortable conversations that could happen on the way to the camp, so I skipped that and they're now in camp. Meeting Chiron. And Now Bye.
MAGNUS POV:
Magnus stepped closer to the guy in the wheelchair. "A thousand pardons, but I'd like to ask you to stand back." He said. Magnus obliged, stepping back by about a yard. Chiron stiffened. Magnus thought he looked like he was about to pass gas but instead, he leant forwards, away from his wheelchair. Stunned, Magnus stepped forwards, ready to catch him. As it turned out, he didn't need any help, because instead of falling flat on his face, like Magnus had expected, Chiron rose up, towards the roof. Magnus cursed in surprise in Nordic Speech. Where Chiron's feet were meant to be, was the pearly white body of a horse. His fur gleamed in what little bit of light got into the attic from the window, somewhat hurting Magnus' eyes (or was that his world falling apart around him? He couldn't tell.) Chiron's hooves clip-clopped as he slowed from the momentum he had built up from bursting out of his chair in spectacular fashion.
"Woah! Is this guy some kind of monster or somethin'?' Jack asked Magnus
"You're a horse-man..." Magnus told Chiron. He almost groaned. What if that was offensive? Immediately, Magnus felt regret for the harsh way he had said it, but to his surprise, Chiron laughed and smiled at the young Nord Demigod.
"I am a centaur. But yes, someone less knowledgeable of our world would call me a horse man."
Magnus relaxed seeing Chiron's kind eyes set upon him in a much less invasive way. Now that he got a good look at the man, he seemed like someone's fun-loving uncle. You know, if your idea of fun was trying desperately not to get ruined by cascading lava, or struck down by one another in a gladiator-style battle in an arena. Chiron clip-clopped towards Magnus.
"You told Annabeth that you were the child of a Norse god." Chiron said, though it sounded somewhat like a question. As if Chiron were questioning his sanity.
"Yeah. I did; it's true. I'm the son of a Norse god."
"Like Chris Hemsworth?" Percy interjected, his voice carrying undertones of bemusement. "No offence, but I don't really see the resemblance." Annabeth scowled at him, though Magnus thought she saw her trying not to laugh.
Chiron continued, "Are you sure, Magnus?" He asked.
"Why are you questioning me? Don't tell me you brought me here just to call me a liar." Magnus mumbled. Chiron sighed.
"Magnus," Annabeth said. "If what you're saying is true, our world might be changed forever. It's vital that you understand where we're coming from." She pleaded.
In spite of himself, Magnus had to admit that she had a point. But, even after seeing everything he had, there was still a small part of him that refused to believe any of this. It was insane.
"I'm sorry, Annabeth. This is just... Insane. You can't expect me to believe all this, right?" Magnus looked at his cousin with a pleading look.
"You just saw a guy leap out of a wheelchair with a horse's body - and you're still doubting us?" Percy asked. Annabeth punched his arm. "Sorry." He mumbled, rubbing where Annabeth had hit him.
"I just... I need some time to adjust, if you guys don't mind," Magnus said, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. He sighed, walking out of the big house. Annabeth caught up with him.
"Magnus!" He turned, "Magnus. Listen, I know this is probably a lot to take in if you're right, but... But you haven't given us any kind of proof." Annabeth was calling him a liar. Great. Magnus gritted his teeth.
