Post by Iggy on Oct 12, 2011 20:58:16 GMT -5
Henry cracked open his violet eyes. He looked up at the blue sky. Everything hurt. His blond hair, and bird beanie were soaked, so were his clothes, but he wasn't sure it was all water. Henry tried to get to his feet, or at least sit up, but he couldn't. He felt weak, and defenseless. It was not the way he was trained.
Chiron and Dionysus were walking around camp, when they notice someone on the beach.
Henry managed to turn over and get on his hands and knees. He vomited up what he had in his stomach, and crawled away. He struggled few feet away. Chiron trotted over to Henry. He folded his front legs, sinking to his height. He put one hand on Henry's shoulder.
"Dear child, are you alright?" Henry tensed up at the touch and the words. He reached for his dagger, strapped to his belt. He grasped it with weak hands and tried to aim at Chiron. The blade turned into a vine. Dionysus stood over Henry, his bloodshot eyes curious.
"Who's this kid? He doesn't look like our camper." He said, pointing to the purple shirt. Chiron shook his head.
"He appears to be Roman." Henry slumped over onto his back. He was breathing heavily. Campers crowded around the scene, watching.
"Greeks." Henry hissed, "You're Greeks?" Dionysus studied the boy. His eyes narrowed. He waved his hand over the boy's head and his claiming symbol appeared.
"Mr. D, This is your son?" A camper asked. Dionysus nodded.
"I thought he was dead." He walked away, leaving Henry in the care of Chiron and the campers.
"That's a suprise." A camper whispered. Henry put one hand on his stomach, where he was bleeding.
"I'm Greek?" Chiron nodded.
"Yes, you are now. Someone, help get him to the infirmary!" He shouted. Henry's vision blurred and he couldn't hear anything.
"I've been living a lie."
Chiron and Dionysus were walking around camp, when they notice someone on the beach.
Henry managed to turn over and get on his hands and knees. He vomited up what he had in his stomach, and crawled away. He struggled few feet away. Chiron trotted over to Henry. He folded his front legs, sinking to his height. He put one hand on Henry's shoulder.
"Dear child, are you alright?" Henry tensed up at the touch and the words. He reached for his dagger, strapped to his belt. He grasped it with weak hands and tried to aim at Chiron. The blade turned into a vine. Dionysus stood over Henry, his bloodshot eyes curious.
"Who's this kid? He doesn't look like our camper." He said, pointing to the purple shirt. Chiron shook his head.
"He appears to be Roman." Henry slumped over onto his back. He was breathing heavily. Campers crowded around the scene, watching.
"Greeks." Henry hissed, "You're Greeks?" Dionysus studied the boy. His eyes narrowed. He waved his hand over the boy's head and his claiming symbol appeared.
"Mr. D, This is your son?" A camper asked. Dionysus nodded.
"I thought he was dead." He walked away, leaving Henry in the care of Chiron and the campers.
"That's a suprise." A camper whispered. Henry put one hand on his stomach, where he was bleeding.
"I'm Greek?" Chiron nodded.
"Yes, you are now. Someone, help get him to the infirmary!" He shouted. Henry's vision blurred and he couldn't hear anything.
"I've been living a lie."