Wingless Angel-Chapter 1

 Wingless Angel-Chapter 1 

Chris P.O.V

"Hey sis." I said talking into my phone.

"Have you reached camp yet?" Nina asked.

"Yeah, I've almost reached half-blood hill."

"Good, now after your finally done with this demigod business, come home. I've already told Ben everything." I sighed, I never agreed to letting her husband know everything about, but Nina was never one to follow advice. "I want you to meet him, as my brother, not "a friend of the family." okay?"

"Okay, I promise bye sis." I said and hung up the phone.

I picked up my suitcase, threw it over my shoulder and walked up camp Half-Blood Hill. I smiled at the thought of going back to camp again, it's been so long, three years in fact. And now I was home.

I remembered the last time I've been on this hill, looking down at camp, there were more cabins than the last time I've been to it. Now there were even more cabins, and the camp was filled with campers, laughing and enjoying their summer while doing their activities.

After enjoying the scenery for a while, I slid down the hill and began my walk to the big house. Of course I was treated to the usual "welcome" of the campers looking at me as if I was crazy. I've gotten used to it, plus I mean I'm walking as if I own the place, that was sure to attract attention.

The familiar blue building started to appear in front of me. I didn't bother to knock and just went in, of course Mr D was inside.

"Hey D, What's up?" I greeted him.

Mr D put down the pinocle cards in his hand and sighed. "Would it hurt you to show a little respect for a god?"

"Now is that anyway to talk to someone who is technically your great granduncle?" I countered.

The wine god looked at me and scowled. "Your right, you dress like old person."

Surprised his comment I looked down. Instead of my typical clothes of t-shirt and jeans, I was wearing black pants, with a blue shirt and a black overcoat thrown over it. I realised it did make him look older then I realised something esle.

Oh God, I look like my father. I thought in my head.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Mr D asked.

"Shut up Dionysus." I scowled.

"Christopher? Is that you?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Chiron!" I greeted my old teacher.

"Yes it is you. I take it that your...problems.. have ended?" The Centaur asked.

I turned to see Mr D, playing pinocle with three invisible players.

"You know what Chiron? How about a game of Pinocle? I tell you all about it as we're playing." I said.

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 Archie:  Being normal is overrated  07:42, December 15, 2011 (UTC)