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it was just your average type of day for me like any other. hi I'm Thomas bishop I'm scrawny medium sized brown hair and eyes and I'm also kind of a fanboy. But as for the whole demigod thing I'm not to found of it is that my grandmother is extremely Christia. but hey who blaming me for not knowing but let me tell you where it all started with the owl lady
i was walking thru new your park as you do. As i get the sense that i was being followed and so like another sane person i walk into the next alleyway i see and pull out my knife and turn to face my follower. she turns she tall and looks like the kinda women that you don't want to fuck with she has an owl on her shoulder. festus my dog is growling like crazy but that women gave on look at him and he just stop and lay down at my feet "what do you want lady" i said "Thomas i am the goddess Athena you fathers sister and you are in grave danger there is a prophecy that includes you you must go to camp half blood. my friend here will show you the way. also take these they were your fathers he entrusted me to give them to you. i will notify chrion that you are coming and will have him give you the rest of your things.” and with a bright light she was gone the only thing that remained was two sword like blades and the owl who looked at me like it was saying *common already we don't have much time* with that we were off we went it was a good thing i did track because i would not of kept with that owl if i didn't.
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we arrived at his stone door thing that said camp half blood. As we walk the blades hanging from my back festus waling beside me following an owl was nice first impression. as we do i see a bunch of kids watching me murmurs glances And, for a kid who grew up as an outcast not a great feeling. we arrived at this big house like building and i stare in awe. that when i hear "Thomas bishop we've been expecting your arrival" i turn to see who assume to be chrion who is in a wheel chair "it nice to meet you" he then turns into a centau. back suprised as says follow me. as we walk he tells me what wha and whose who and where to eat. he then tells me leads me to a house that has a symbol on it that looks like a horse shoe. this is your cabin where you' ll be staying I've heard this is all your fathers. that was given to you i look around looking at every thing. that when i ask " chrion who is my father" "lady Athena says to wait until this after noon but, i do know who it is. but it all in due time now it time for lunch" he says "how do you know" i ask that when a horn is blown. and we walk up to the dining pavilion i look at him and he tell how to eat and sacrifice the food. and i go and eat with festus at my side. i look around and i see kids my age and some younger. as i get done i walk out side to find chrion and ask "what next" he then replies well you will train with the others until dinner and the we will gather at the amphitheater.
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as i walk and take a seat i see chrion and he announces " campers we have a new camper he was sent here by Athena because she believe he will be part of a prophecy. please welcome Thomas bishop son of kratos god of destruction" with that everyone kneels and theres the sign again over my head ”now please show kindness and fairness.” then a camper asked ”isn't kratos a made up character" ”no he was, in fact, a God all on the games is true that is him it when it was all said and done the primordial chaos and order put it to a stop. they revived all the gods and those who had died that were immortal. and sentence him to chains in the pits of taturus. where he csaid watched and punished." for the rest of the night i find myself thinking on how it was possible. then we all head for the cabins. i lay with festus at my side and look thru my dads positions. as i look out side i see a glowing figure near the trees and i grab my blades and investigate.
