Snippet #2219805

As each camper made it in, Chiron looked more, and more saddened. Once everyone had found a place to sit, or stand he let out a sigh. “Well young Lucas, it’s good to know who your parent is, but it also came at the worst time, and well specially because of the treaty” Lucas looked at the Old centaur with a tilted head and quizzical expression. The old Centaur stroked at his beard some. “You know of the three big gods correct? Zeus, Poseidon and Hades?” Lucas nodded. “Well after the last big war they swore never to have children, where you and Sage are well hints of how easy it is for god’s to go back on their word..” He said this calmly as he looked at each one of the children here smiling softly, but it was a pained one. “Young Lucas I think it’s time you meet our Oracle, and learn of your destiny.” He moved his wheelchair towards the hall, Lucas following.
Once He had gotten up into the attic, and began to look around; there finding all trophies from quests he figured, reading some of the names on the plates and such, though he continued to close the distance between him and this chilling feeling inside him. He found what he figured was the oracle, but it was an old mummy wearing a tye-dye shirt amongst other things that look like from the seventies. He walked closer, gingerly as he frowned slightly. “Whats..” He looked around like this was some sort of joke, swallowing hard as he finished his sentence. “What is my Destiny?” He asked. He stood there for several minutes, feeling like everything around him was deathly still, and before long the oracle opened its mouth as a green smoke-like substance seemed to move around the mummy, encircling it, and him as well. “You shall go west, and face the god who has turned. You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned. You shall he betrayed by one who calls you a friend. And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.” When it was finished the smoke disappeared seeping back into the mummy, leaving Lucas standing alone, and feeling violated and terrified at the same time.”
He returned to the Den where Chiron and his friends were, looking pure white and pretty shaken up. “I…I know what I must do now..” was all he said as he took a seat trying to regain a bit of himself, and hopefully that meant the color in his face. “Will you, please recite what you were told.” Chiron said, looking to Lucas; which the boy nodded his head taking a deep breath. “You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.” He paused taking another breath. “You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.” He paused again, this time trying to think if he should mention this part; but not wanting to disappoint. “You shall he betrayed by one who calls you a friend. And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.” Once he was done he frowned slightly looking up at Chiron, who nodded to him. “We have our Quest, all of you return to your cabins, and get some sleep; we will send you all on your way in the morning…rest well for I doubt you will see camp for awhile.” The old Centaur said wheeling his way out of the Den.
Lucas had left just after Chiron, not really looking at his friends as he did, considering he felt really low for some reason, the part about being betrayed really hitting home; specially considering he had just met all of them, trying to make a mental note on who it could be or why. His thoughts were interrupted as he stopped in front of his new cabin, the Poseidon cabin; once inside he found that some of the Hermes’ campers had been nice enough to move his stuff to the cabin, smiling a little as he walked towards his bunk, to find something that didn’t seem to belong there. a package not very big, something that held jewelry most likely, and as he opened it he found an earring, something simple, with a silver katana hanging on a silver chain. He smiled picking it up, but once it was in his left hand the pendent grew, until it was a large sword having to be held in both hands. “Wow..” was all he could mumble as he looked down on the card on the bed. placing the sword down on it as well, as he picked it up and read over it, a small smile growing over his lips. “Thanks dad..” He said softly as he touched the bottom of the hilt, the sword returning to earring form as he placed it on his dresser for now, curling up on his bunk, hoping for sleep to come soon, and just to wake up and this all to be a dream.