Another attempt at making a chb story hurray

The Beginning

Welcome to Camp Half Blood

Christian. A 14 year old unclaimed demigod. His life was an absolute mess. When he was born, he was thrown away. Just like that. His biological mother "couldn't afford him". He knew that wasn't true. She just didn't love him. At all. Luckily, his adoptive mother found him and cared for him. She was his real mother, even if he knew it wasn't scientifically true. He didn't care. In fact, he never cared, about anything; school, grades, friends, family. He kept to himself and barely did anything besides sit in his room on his laptop. His 'mother' grew worried, and she decided to tell him the secret that she had been holding from him. It was that day that everything went wrong. But, at least he had more excitement in his life now than before. Christian was now a demigod.

I silently made my way into the cabin. It was normal, especially compared to the others. The Poseidon cabin was decorated in vibrant sea shells, and had a beachy theme to it. My cabin had a cabin theme. I let out an exasperated sigh before trudging inside. I looked around, seeing nothing strange; it just looked like a dumb ol' cabin. This would've made normal people happy, but I'm not normal. I crave excitement, and this room isn't exciting at all. No one was inside. I guessed that everyone was doing their regular camp activities. Soon enough, I would have camp duties to attend to as well. I'll just be another camper. I sat down on a bed, not sure if it was taken or not. I turned my head towards the door when I heard a knock. I was surprised to see a guy, thinking that it would be Kendall. He had curly brown hair, and he looked like an older camper. He was probably 17, maybe even 18. I sat up, thinking that the bed might be his.
"Um, sorry if this bed is taken. I wasn't sure what beds were taken and which ones are open..." The guy smirked at me, using one of those Kendall smiles. I tapped the side of my leg uncomfortably. He walked towards me, holding his hand out.
"The name's Josh. Unclaimed." He stated gruffly. I flinched a little at first, but reluctantly shook his hand. Boy, he had a strong grip.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Christian. Unclaimed." I greeted, slowly reciting the last part.
"Ditto."
"So, uh, Josh. How long have you been here?"
"6 years, roughly." He said, glancing at his fingernails. I nodded in amazement.
"Wow. That's a pretty long time. Today's my first day." I replied, chest stuck out in pride. Josh snickered.
"I remember my first day. Welcome to camp. I'm the leader of this cabin, so you have to listen and do what I tell you. Got that?" I nodded.
"Yes sir." I replied, walking outside of the cabin. Glancing around, I realized that no one was in the courtyard. Actually, someone was in the courtyard, but he was splashing his face with some water. Deciding to be social, I walked over to him. He had black hair with unnaturally green eyes. They were beautiful, eyes a dark shade of green. I waited for him to come out of the little dish that held water and made eye contact.
"Hey there. I'm Christian, an-" I stopped short, realizing what his eyes did to me. I felt like I was being...sucked in. He tilted his head to the side, making me feel normal again.
"Pardon me?" He asked, clearly confused on why I stopped talking mid-sentence. I shook my head, continuing.
"I'm sorry about that. My name is Christian, and I'm new here." The boy smiled.
"Nice to meet you Christian. My name is Tom. I'm a son of Poseidon." He held out his hand, which I took and shook.
"Wow, a son of Poseidon. A big three." I nearly whispered. He must be pretty powerful, considering water takes up the majority of the earth.
"Mhm. Who is your god parent?" He asked, rubbing his hands in the water.
"Oh, I'm Unclaimed, sadly." I looked towards the ground, letting out a deep sigh. Tom held on my shoulder, squeezing it.
"It's alright. It took a while for Poseidon to claim me. Almost 2 years." He said, squinting at something behind me. I turned around, me being the curious type, and saw a girl running towards us. She had pink hair, with vibrant blue eyes. Her sneakers thumped against the ground, making loud noises. Tom waved at her.
"Hey Sarah!" The girl, named Sarah, stopped in her tracks. She walked over to us casually as if she had never been running.
"Hey Tommy." She greeted, looking at me with suspicion. "New kid?" I watched as Tom nodded. She nodded back, turning towards me. "Nice to meet ya. I'm Sarah, daughter of Hestia. Nice to meet you." She smiled politely at me.
"Hey Sarah. I'm Christian, unclaimed." Sarah nodded.
"Sweet. Now, why was I running again... OH YEAH. There's a big meeting in the woods. Chiron wants all campers there."
"Chiron?"
"Oh yeah, you're new. I'll introduce you two to each other when we get there. We gotta leave now though. He said it was urgent."

The Meeting

Tom, Sarah, Josh, and I made our way towards the edge of the woods. Josh glanced at me, snickering.
"You know why they call it the Deadly Forest?" A gulp shot down my throat.
"The what?"
"The deadl-" Josh stopped suddenly when Sarah jabbed him in the gut.
"Josh, don't scare him. It's only his first day." Tom smiled in the back.
"What? He's a camper now, and campers need to know about this." Sarah muttered a sigh, but didn't say anything back. Josh took this as a 'go ahead'. "Well, when this camp first came to be, which was maybe a couple hundred years ago, two of the campers decided to sneak down here during the middle of the night. They joked around and played, breaking at least a dozen camp rules. When the harpies found them, their dead bodies were mangled up together. No one knows what, or who, killed them. They still say that their ghosts lurk about the forest, trying to find their murderer." I gulped again, scared to take another step into the forest. Tom saw this, and turned to face me.
"It's just a myth, Christian. No one knows for sure if it's real, but I'm sure it's just an old tale Mr. D made up so campers made sure not to go out of their cabins after curfew." I felt a little better after Tom had said that, but I still have a strange feeling today whenever I go into the woods. After a couple minutes of walking, we came across this open field, campers piled inside. I saw familiar faces, but the majority of them I didn't know. I walked out with Sarah and Tom, Josh staying behind to check for anymore campers still inside camp. As I was looking around, I spotted the group of kids looking at me a couple hours earlier today. Blaze was still nose deep into that book, while the others were chatting amongst themselves. I turned around, seeing... a horse? No, he had a human upper body. I gasped in realization. He was a centaur, like in the old storybooks my mom would read me. I examined him while Tom and Sarah engaged in conversation with him. They pointed at me suddenly, the old centaur glimpsing in my direction. They talked for a while longer, before I walked up to them.
"Chiron, this is Christian. He's a new camper here, but I'm surprised he hasn't seen you yet. He's been here for a couple of hours already." Chiron grunted.
"I've been very busy lately. Nice to meet you Christian." He stated, turning towards the group of campers.
"Nice to meet you too sir." I mumbled, even though I knew he couldn't hear me anymore. Sarah and Tom lead me over to the group of campers, telling me to sit with them. Luckily, we were sitting around people that I have met already, so it wasn't too awkward. I looked to the left, seeing an unfamiliar face. I tapped him on the shoulder, still feeling social.
"Erm, hi there. I'm Christian. Unclaimed." The boy looked at me, as if he was trying to find the fastest way to take me down.
"Dylan. Hermes." He replied, turning around again. It wasn't really a conversation, but he turned towards me again.
"Got anything valuable on you?
"Um, no. Why?"
"You're no use to me." He replied, turning around again. I raised an eyebrow, slowly turning back towards the group. Chris examined me from across the little circle we had.
"Hey there.
"Hey." I made eye contact with him, trying to think of a conversation topic. I couldn't help it, but whenever i looked at him, Eminem came to mind. "Ya know, you kinda look like Eminem a litt-" My sentence was stopped short as a gust of wind blew me backwards. I slammed into a tree, back cracking. It wasn't a powerful blast, but it knocked me into the side of a tree. Chris walked up to me, an aggressive expression on his face.
"I swear if one more person says that I'm going to kill somebody." I watched as he sat back down, as if nothing had just happened. Everyone else ignored it too. Maybe this was a regular occurrence. I walked back over, rubbing my back. I sat down next to Blaze. He seemed to be the quiet one, but I had to make him look away from his book. I just had to. I tapped him on the shoulder, hoping he would look up. Nothing happened. I tapped him again, a tiny bit harder. Again, he did nothing. Getting a little curious, I tapped him pretty hard. I watched as he shot a dirty look at me, those grey eyes staring into my soul. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach, and watched as he pushed me back: without touching me. I slammed into the same tree, Blaze rushing towards me.
"Don't you dare interrupt me while I'm reading my book. Got it?" I nodded ever so slightly, Blaze sitting back with the group. Again, no one seemed to notice anything had happened. Damn, this camp was weird.

Blaze's icy hand grabbed my shoulder. I gasped as another body fell to the left of me. The snow was covering everywhere. There was no one in sight, and it seemed as if we were the only two left. No, there were others around us. Too much action was happening though, so I couldn't figure out who was left. I couldn't bare to see how many were left anyway. I watched as Blaze stopped a huge block of ice from hitting us. It froze in midair, then was launched back to where it came from. He shoved me forward, babbling useless words. This camp was madness. Everyone seemed to be dead, crazy, or fighting for their lives. A tear escaped from my eye as I helplessly watched her fall to the ground. She had been so much help... Blaze shoved me along, muttering his useless words. I guessed that he was telling me to move along, but I never understood. I still don't understand today. I felt alone, and helpless. That's exactly how I was. I couldn't believe that they betrayed us. Gave away our location. I ducked quickly as a flame was shot towards us. More snow was blasted in our direction. It was total mayhem; the wind and ice made it impossible to see. You couldn't even tell that this was the camp anymore. I spotted Chris, who was the first person I saw who wasn't fighting. I ran to him, grabbing onto his arm. He stood there, doing nothing. He must have been in shock; yet another crazy person. I dragged Chris along as Blaze kept watch around us.
'Where are the others?" I yelled to Chris. I doubted he could hear me above all of the fighting, but he had to. "Chris. Wh-"

I opened my eyes, instantly standing up. Sweat covered my face. That was totally bizarre; nothing had changed. We were still sitting around the field, waiting for the meeting to start. I looked at Blaze; again, he was nose deep in his damn book. Everyone was normal...
"Are you alright?" I heard Sarah ask, but I ignored her. I began to sweat frantically.
Should I tell everyone what I just saw? Should I keep it secret? Shou- My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Chiron.
"Settle down, everyone." Everyone's head turned to look at Chiron. I forgot that I was standing up, so Tom grabbed me and pulled me down. Chiron waited until he had everyone's attention, and then cleared his throat. "As you all know, Capture the Flag will be held tomorrow," His sentence was interrupted by Dylan.
"This isn't urgent! I was pulled away from training to discuss Capture the Flag! Screw this! I'm leaving." The black haired boy stood up, beginning to walk out of the forest. Chiron simply chuckled, then shook his head. He glanced at Blaze, and then nodded towards Dylan. Blaze used his power to drag Dylan back into his seat. Chrion smiled at Blaze, Blaze returning it with some kind of smirk; I wasn't sure what it was. 10% smile, maybe? Chiron cleared his throat again, then continued, "And we are here to discuss the teams. Also, if Dylan here hadn't interrupted me, he would've heard that there has been sightings of a possible murderer and betrayer." Chiron's expression got dead serious. "Campers have been saying that they saw him, or her, murder someone in the woods. We aren't sure if these sightings are true, but it is said that it is indeed a camper that attends this camp. In fact, he's sitting in this area. Right. Now."

At first, slight chuckles were heard.
"This is a joke...right?" Josh called out first, leaning against a tree. Chiron slowly shook his head.
"This is quite serious. One of you is a murderer, and will betray us. The god of prophecies told me himself. I'm not sure when, or who it is, but it is closing in. Fast." The group was silent for a brief moment. Chiron cleared his throat again, and continued. "On the other hand, we need to discuss teams for tomorrow's event. As always, Josh is the red team leader. Dylan will be the blue team leader. As the captains, they are able to choose which cabins they want on their team. For now, I must go attend some business. Good luck." He said, walking deeper into the forest. No one spoke anything. Everyone sat there, eyeing one another. Someone here was a murderer.

After the teams were picked, everyone was sent to their cabins. I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't even time to go to sleep, but I haven't chosen any camp activities yet. There was nothing to do for the meantime. All I would do was think about that vision that I saw. Well, at least I think it was a vision. Chiron's meeting had linked to it. Was this a gift from Apollo? It was totally bizarre, and it all happened in the blink of an eye. It was scary; I felt the cold touch of the snow. Everything seemed so weird. I was scared to close my eyes, as though I would have another vision like that. After a while, my eyes began to droop. In 5 minutes, I was knocked out. In my dreams, I saw the same exact vision. It played over and over again, playing at least 8 times. It was different though; instead of Chris, I saw Kenny. The next time, I saw Morgan. I would end up seeing Asi, Belle, Dylan, Josh and more. It was weird, but I had a feeling that whoever sent me these visions was trying to tell me something. And that certain something wasn't good.