A Hero Was Born: Chapter Eight

Wake was a tad frustrated. First of all, he had landed here only to get knocked unconsiouss. Second, he was going to a place he never knew or heard about. His thoughts bought his much distress, but he decided that if anything, he needed to get as fa away as possible from his father. The camp director called for a camper. Coming from outside the door, Wake saw a girl run towards the camp director.

"Wake, meet Malisa. Malisa, meet Wake. You two are going to have to spend the next two perilous weeks guiding yourselves to Camp Half-Blood." He handed them a map. "This should help you. And Wake," he eyed Wake as he got out what looked like a gold coin. "Never lose this coin. Use his whenever your find trouble. This coin should pop-up into a barier and protect you from any harm. Be warned, young one. Zeus is not one to cross paths with." He gave the two all the neccisary supplies - food, water, a cumpus, and a warp to the outside of camp. Wake looked back as he was going to leave one sep of his unknown journey and into another.

"So," Malisa asked, "Who are you?" Wake was slow to reply. He was never comfortable around girls. He was personally afraind of them.

"I'm - I'm Wake.", he managed to muster-up. "They told me I was the son of - well, a god." He referred caustiously to that word. Malisa though about something, then decided to head North.

"We need all the help we can ge. I know a place in Dakota where we can warp to New York. Bad news: We're going to have to fight some monsters." Wake gulped and nervously followed Malisa. He reached into his pocket and pulled-out a golden knife. ''Soon, you will learn to use it. '',a voice told him. Soon.

At the time, Wake didn't realize it, but he definetly needed to use it, very soon.