MAGNUS POV
Percy and I walked in silence. It was pretty tense. After what I had said to him, I felt really bad. He was just trying to help, after all and I really didn't have anything with me. I decided I'd apologise after the game. Man, that was going to be awkward. In the meantime, I had to figure out why the Jason guy was such a big deal.
"So." I began. Percy looked at me for a bit.
"Yeah?" He asked, waiting for more.
"That Jason guy..." I continued. Percy nodded, wanting more. "He seems important." I said uneasily. I wasn't sure what he would be comfortable talking to me about. Especially after the way I had lashed out against him.
"Yeah. He is. Son of Jupiter, the Roman version of Zeus. He controls the wind, can fly and can summon lightning to blast us to kingdom come." Percy said. I laughed.
"Right, but seriously. What's up with him?"
"I just told you." Percy replied dryly.
"Oh... So he's actually the son of the King of Gods?" I uttered, fear seeping into every inch of my body. The thought of fighting the son of Jupiter was freaky. Immortality didn't stop me from feeling pain. Which is what I'd feel if I got struck by lightning. Or ran through.
"Yeah, but don't worry. No maiming or killing." Percy said casually.
"Oh. Goodie." I uttered. We continued to talk as we neared the left end of the forest.
"So. What's this camp for?" I asked.
"You don't understand yet?" He replied. I shook my head. "Well, when Gods and Goddesses come down to the heavens... Sometimes they, er... Fall... For humans. They get together and, er, hookup. And we're their children."
"Yeah, gross, man. I get that part but like, who made this camp a thing?"
"Chiron did. He made it to train us demigods for the monsters out there." I chewed this bit of information.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" I swore that I had heard the name Chiron before but I couldn't figure out where exactly I had. Maybe TV or something. Greek myths were wildly popular across the world for big Hollywood companies to turn into films.
"He trained Heracles." Percy explained. "That's how most people know him, anyway. He also trained Jason, Achilles, Theseus and Perceus." All those ancient Greek heroes.
"Oh." I said. "So he's as old as the Gods? How? I didn't know centaurs were immortal."
"They aren't. But, as long as he gets to do what he loves, which is train demigods as heroes, he gets to live." Percy told me. I nodded, taking it all in. The guy who had trained people who had done unspeakably awesome things like defeat Gods and trick Titans was here taking chances on people like me. What remarkable qualities of a hero did I have other than hair that just wouldn't quit? I wasn't any kind of Hercules, or Achilles. I hadn't defended an entire city on my own, hadn't taken one either. Sure, I was immortal but at least those people had done something with their gifts. I had more than one weakness but here the horseman was, trying to get me to go on some kind of quest to save the world from a danger worse than the kind his previous heroes had faced. Even then, didn't all those guys die? It was insane. I looked at Percy, freaking out about what he had told me.
"I know. A lot to take in. Are you doubting yourself?" He asked me, his voice calm and level despite the bone-breaking trek we had just made across the arena that the Capture the Flag game would take place in.
"Yeah..." I admitted.
"Well don't. You might not have the strength of Hercules or the Endurance of Achilles but there's a reason Chiron chose you to come with us on whatever he has in store tomorrow."
