Snippet #2196074

"I'm sorry to say; It's not a dream." Sage said from the other side of the porch, where he was leaning his back against the railway, bouncing around an apple in his hand and staring at the fruit intently. He had an expression of calm consideration on his face, no longer carrying on with the nervous persona he'd kept up during his time at Yancy Academy with Lucas, when his facial expressions had always had a trace of shyness or paranoia to them. It would also appear that he'd escaped from their little incident with the Minotaur unscathed, despite it having appeared he'd been knocked unconscious. His crimson eyes glanced over to where Lucas was slumping against the rail, muttering on about how he would wake up soon. "All of this is real, everything that happened that night was real. The Minotaur, the lightning, the new whole in your step-father's camaro... Your mother...." He hesitated with that last bit, but quickly continued as he pushed himself off the rail. "But, you're safe now. You're among friends... Family, if you'll call us that. You have nothing to worry about here, at Camp Half-Blood." He spoke those last words as if they should have had a heavy meaning, or perhaps a dramatic effect.

With a few steps, he was in front of Lucas, examining carefully from head to toe, sure that the confused boy was doing the same. After all, he no longer slouched like in the academy, and he'd forsaken his uniform for something that appeared far more appropriate on him. He wore what appeared to be black military pants with combat boots, and an orange t-shirt with the words "Camp Half-Blood" on it. Over that he had an open khaki button down reminiscent of an east german uniform, with all decoration removed from it other than a patch on the left shoulder modeled after the german flag. The button down was a size too large, and appeared somewhat like a short sleeved jacket on him.

After the brief examination of the confused Lucas, Sage turned away and from a chair nearest them, picked up a small pile of neatly folded clothing. "I know this is all a little confusing to you... Believe me, I know... But, you've been out cold for three days now.. Some of us were concerned you would never wake up, with the state you were in... But, we managed to nurse you back with a little ambrosia and nectar and a few miracles. I knew you'd make it through, though I will admit that I wasn't expecting you to be walking so soon, and for you to remember so much of that night." With that said, he offered Lucas the clothes and a comforting smile. "If you'll go put these on, I'll show you around."