Snippet #2196361

Lucas just stood there, mostly dumbfounded by the knowledge that was being poured into his mind by Sage. “So…We’re born, find our way here or die trying..good to know” he said with a shake of his head following Sage towards the cabins, hearing he’d be bunking down with cabin eleven; the Hermes cabin made him blink. “Soo….glad I’ve nothing of value on my person, if I’m staying with the children of the god of thieves..” Though when Sage indicated towards the three bigger cabins his eyes caught onto the sight of the Poseidon cabin, something, a strange feeling calling to him from it but he ignored it promptly as another person entered the conversation.

His first instinct when hearing that there was a bet on his life was to be angry, but he didn’t feel angry, more along the lines of being happy to actual have survived. “Thanks, good to know my survival lost you some easy money” He said a bit sarcastically though he nodded when the male mentioned his name. “Lucas, or Luke I suppose, I’m not exactly sure my name’s gonna matter much” he said with a returning gaze to the Poseidon cabin. “Sage you mentioned an arena, are you talking like the Roman Coliseum kind of thing? like pit-falls with wooden stakes fighting lions, and sword fighting?” He asked curiously, the first notice of a smile on his face, something he was good at swords, well not swords in particular considering he had no official training, but he did like them.

“oh um wait, you said Chiron, are you talking about the famous trainer of heroes; like Achilles?” he asked with a curious expression, knowing he was bringing something up that had been mentioned a bit before what he had asked currently. Which in his mind it was spinning in circles trying to regain a foothold but failing miserably. “Wait…okay so I’m a demigod, and I’m alive now…because I was able to kill the Minotaur; who killed my mother” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “This being the only place our uh…kind? can learn to survive out in the real world, and uh I’m guessing Chiron is our what? camp Director?” He asked curiously his mind now focusing which was odd being ADHD and all. “Is there any possibility that I’m in a comma and this is just a recurring nightmare that I’ll wake up from? no?” he asked looking from Ishmael to Sage, and back again. He knew deep down Sage was telling him the truth, but to find out that the Greek gods weren’t myths, and they’re in America of all places now? Well one more bit of news like that and his head might ignite, if not maybe his heart would have a complete attack because of the fact his mother was actually gone. Then it hit him, his eyes seemingly began to have signs of hope in them. “Wait if everything from Greek lore is real…that means the underworld too right?” he asked with a hopeful expression aimed directly at Sage.