Zeus's School For Newly Discovered and Possibly Dangerous But Not Entirely Evil DemiGods
Wind sighed through the tall, swaying pine trees that surrounded the humid but not unbearable atmosphere of Zeus’s Camp For Demigods. Laughter could be heard dancing from the many corridors of a large, red- bricked school building that stood tall amongst the cabins and mess halls of the safe haven. Children, preteen and hovering on adulthood alike, ran through the weaving dirt pathways, and leaves danced as wind twirled its way through the vine covered arches marking the start of every path. Excitement hung in the air, the faint smell of honey and something even sweeter hung in the air, and the sun beat down on the heads of the professors who had gathered in a semi-circle- waiting to greet the newest of the half-god arrivals. Each was different from the other, and no two look remotely alike; a centaur stood tall on the left side and the opposite of him sat a fiery haired harpy. There were six of them in total, each holding a crisp scroll in their hand and an expectant look on their face. The crowd on that had formed below the platform was beginning to grow, and a hum of excitement began to ring in the ear drums of everyone within a mile. Finally, the professor in the middle stepped forward and spoke, his back bent with age and his face withered with the stress and sorrow he had endured throughout his life.
“I am Abas, and I welcome you here to our little camp.”
He gestured grandly with his leathery hands to the towering buildings around him, the beautiful green forests touching the blue of the sky and creating a majestic picture of serenity. Little was not something that one would use to describe the giant expanse of land behind him.
“Now, I know some of you have come from less than savory pasts, and that most of you are confused and maybe a little scared. Perhaps maybe even you were teased because you were different. But I want you to know, every single one of you, that you are safe here. Not a single soul will judge you here. You will receive nothing but accepting arms and a haven. One that you will live in for the rest of your life, if you choose.”
Abas’ fragile voice seemed stronger than it should have, and it boomed over the heads of the aspiring young ones before him. He smiled down at them in a warm way, and continued his speech.
“You will learn to control your powers here, and make friends just like you. Now, to my left is Professor Chares. He will be escorting the Hestia, Hermes, Poseidon and Eris cabins to their new residence. The others please follow Professor Arella. If you would please follow your respective teacher it would be much helpful. Dinner will be in an hour, and I wish to see each and every one of your bright faces there.”
The wrinkles around Abas’ eyes stretched as he smiled once more gave a strained bow to all of them. A few of the other teachers helped him off the stage and into the school building. The harpy gave a sharp cry and darted into the air, flying over the new arrivals and disappearing into the tree line. The crowd dispersed and meandered towards their professors. A few broke off from the crowd and followed the tall raven haired man down a pathway towards six medium sized cabins. They were colored and styled according to what god they belonged to, and a golden symbol hung above the door of each- an owl for Athena, a trident for Poseidon, the invisible helmet of Hades, a lightning bolt for Zeus, and so on and so forth.
Professor Chares’ voice rang out as he turned to face the eager demigods. “These are your cabins, this is will be your home. Feel free to decorate it accordingly, but do try not to destroy them. You brothers and sisters will live there too.”
He shot a pointed look at a black haired girl who was leaning in the doorway of the Hades cabin and watching the new demigods curiously, who simply gave him a mischievous grin and disappeared inside. Professor Chares turned back to them and smiled. “Don’t forget dinner is in an hour. Welcome home.”
He said and he too disappeared into the winding pathways of the camp.