The Catastrophe Begins: Chapter 1

It was a dark and chilly night, a man who looked to be around his 20s woke up in a daze, he was laying near a tree, blood oozing out of his left shoulder, it was a huge cut where a cyclops had hit him, covered in golden dust. As he came into focus, a monstrous roar cut the silence, he scrambled to his feet and ran to his headed destination holding his wounded shoulder. The roar was heard again but this time it was behind him, he looked back and saw hordes of cyclops chasing after him from a couple of yards away. He ran faster and came to a clearing, there he saw the sign saying “Camp Half-blood” he ran to the middle of the clearing and summoned a bow and arrow, it materialised out of nowhere and aimed at the incoming horde. The horde of cyclops burst into the clearing and the man shot the cyclops one by one aiming for the eye, each one of them turning to golden powder, one cyclops was left, his left shoulder stung causing him to drop the bow in pain, the cyclops charged at him knowing that it was his chance. Then suddenly a golden arrow came out of nowhere and hit the cyclops in the eye, the monster gave one last roar, and dissolved to dust.

He looked back and saw a blonde haired male using an orange t-shirt labeled ‘Camp Half-Blood’ on it, blue jeans, and golden eye, and wielding a golden bow that looked like the sun. The quiver that was filled with arrows strapped onto the blonde’s back. Behind him there was a person with black jet hair, the orang t-shirt that the blonde male wears and dark black jeans, with sea bluish and greenish eyes. My vision got blurry and soon i passed out.

I woke up to a smell of honey, and oreos