A Hero Was Born: Chapter Seven

All around Wake, some paramedics had surrounded him as a crowd of kids began to form. Wake's awakening lead to an expressions of relief from all over the camp. The camp director came to check Wake's body. Wake was both under distress and confusion.

"Son of Zeus, come with me.", the camp director said. Everyone looked at him with suprised expressions. Soon the camp director lead Wake to a large house that was at least two floors. The house was pale green, and strangely reminded Wake of vomit. The camp director lead him inside.

The room was the most bizarre place he ever visited. On the left wall, vines covered almost everby bit of the wall. On the right were animal heads, or scuplturs of them. Wake spotted a small red couch with looked weary and near the point of destruction. He and the camp director sat on the couch.

"Wake, do you know your heritage?" What heritage? Wake was too disturbed by the memory of the dream to think of anything else. The camp director went on.

"Wake, you belong to a long, strong race of heritage. You belong to the heritage of the Olympian Gods. And you are the son of one of the most destructful gods in history." As soon as the camp director said the last remark, Wake heard more lightning outside. He personally hoped that what happened the day before would not happen again. The camp director still went on.

"I feel you are under the dangers of destruction. Being the son of the lightning god would be enough to kill anybody. You are fortunate enough Zeus has taken pity on you. Recently, he has been acting a bit bazzerk. Even the gods are noticing of his destructful personality. I fear he may come to kill you next. We must prevent that by sending you to the one place a demigod can live safely. We are taking you to Camp Half-Blood."