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“Not a dream..” He muttered to himself, those first words sticking in his head as Sage continued to talk. He listened, or tried to not wanting to seem rude at this point, mentioning his mother set a rigid shock through his spine, and for just a few moments all the pain was gone as he stood up straight looked to sage and frowned. “wait…you called that thing the minotaur, as in the labyrinth, Theseus right killed him? so uh..if that really happened shouldn’t he be.” Lucas’ mind was working overtime, which didn’t help the headache as he studied sage’s face, and his new appearance which in hind-sight he would have laughed at if he wasn’t in so much pain emotionally and physically. “Camp half-blood..” He repeated, beginning to sound like a broken record. “Three days..what..” His mind was trying to wrap around all this new knowledge, all these new facts that were seemingly burning into his brain.

He took the clothes, though he never really registered the fact he did. “Wait, you said Ambrosia, wasn’t that…the food of the gods in old greek myths?” He asked his mind reeling with old details his ADHD mind had actually kept. “Wait you also said half-blood right, Ambrosia.. it was said it would kill a mortal man..” his mind seeming to get nearer to an answer but the logic of the world he had lived in denying it. He disappeared back inside the big house finding a room that wasn’t occupied, or didn’t seem like it, he couldn’t tell right now changing out of his tattered jeans that looked like he had let someone throw hot coal all over, burn marks and holes all over the legs, and his shirt, needless to say was ripped around his abdomen and missing a sleeve, though his shoes seemed fine, thankfully doubting he’d get a chance to find another pair any time soon.

Once he had changed and felt like his head had stopped working overtime, he rejoined Sage on the porch studying the male as if he had just met him again. “So, that was just an act then back at the academy?” Though he didn’t wait for an answer, figuring he didn’t need one as the answer stood obviously in front of him. “So…wanna show me around my new home, I guess I better get to know it and my new friends and family..” He said family with a bit of sorrow, as if the word was a gouging knife ready to pierce his heart, still not ready to accept his mother’s death; or that he fought the minotaur in his underwear. “Oh uh…and a comb would be nice.” He said indicating his bed-head, his hair was going in so many different direction it looked like a back up high way in New york, and he should know he lived there.