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The rain let up significantly the further the Chion and the campers went into the forest, shifting to a light drizzle instead of the heavy downpour the youth had had to endure for around half an hour.

While the white-haired youth walked along in silence, the warriors were the exact opposite, joking around, playfully shoving each other and just being straight goofs. Luke didn't join in, but he did chat along with them quite casually, even cracking some jokes and telling a few stories. In all aspects, Chion noted that the blonde was both a natural leader and someone who was deeply trusted among his peers, highly respected. They didn't force him to join or even initiate any games with him but rather waited until Luke was the one who made the first move. The way he had taken command before and after the battle were also good indications of his standing with the other warriors.

It was important to note the dynamic of individuals and how they interacted, lest Chion do something considered out of bounds. It didn't mean that he had to automatically respect the blonde, but it did mean he needed to show the man some courtesy.

The more liked one was, the more shoes were treaded on if said person was crossed.

The group eventually made it to the bottom of a hill, a large clearing. By this time, the rain had all but stopped, the sun peaking out from the thick clouds that had covered it moments prior. Resting at the top of the hill was an abnormally large, lone pine tree. Based on the half minute he had seen it, Chion affirmed it was the exact same one he had seen in his visions, matching the scenery perfectly.

If it wasn't clear already, the theory about the prophetic visions had been perfectly accurate. For whatever reason, Chion could get a look into the future or possible future.

The other campers casually climbed up and over the hill, passing by the tree, but Chion held back, getting a closer look at it.

(("This one isn't talking to me,")) The youth noted as he looked up near the tip of the pine. (("I know I didn't imagine it. Definitely didn't hallucinate it. I know the difference between fantasy and reality, even if the line has been getting blurry."))

Touching the base of the tree, Chion hadn't expected anything to actually happen, only to feel its surface.

But nothing ever seemed to be simple when it came to Chion.

The scene changed, just like it had at Canarsie Pier. One moment, he was standing, admiring a tree, and the next he was.....still admiring a tree. Only this time, resting at the very bottom of the tree was a female around the same age as he was, if not slightly older. Spiky black hair that reached to her shoulders, freckles across her nose, and a peaceful expression that Chion found rather interesting. She sported a black T-shirt, black tattered jeans, and a leather jacket with buttons from a bunch of brands he had never heard of. Though with no memories of his past, he would've been more surprised if he HAD known the brands. Vines were wrapped around her body, and foliage covered a good portion of her clothes as if she had decided to sleep in that spot for years on end.

Before Chion could actively get a closer look, the scene shifted again. This time, he was right by yet another tree. Resting on the top of the tree, slung over one of its branches was a golden fleece, radiating a beam so warm and inviting that the youth could feel it through a mere vision. Resting at the bottom was a pack of sheep.

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Another scene shift. He was on a boat surrounded on all sides by water with no land in sight. To his left, the white-haired youth could see the familiar close cropped sand colored hair of Like Castellan leaning over the side of the rushing water vessel. Just in front of him, hidden behind some distorted glass, was a driver with honey blonde hair slightly shorter than he himself was. He couldn't fully make it out at that moment, but the person seemed oddly familiar.

"chion.....CHION!!"

The scene disappeared as the young man blinked rapidly, the present Luke placing a hand on the shoulder of the perplexed individual. Glancing around, Chion took note that he was still in the same place as before and let out a quick breath.

"You okay, man?" Luke asked, concern in his voice. "Need some water or something?"

"I'm fine." Chion gave the tree one last look before turning around. "Lead the way?"

The man nodded, not bothering to pry any further. "Come on. I'll show you to your cabin."

(("What were those images? That girl.....")) As usual, the youth was in the dark, something that didn't seem to change no matter how far he pushed or how much he learned. (("A golden fleece. A boat with Luke and someone else. Sheep. Can't say if any of those align yet. If only I had more information."))

Unable to conjure up any sort of possibilities, Chion shoved the visions to the side to unpack at a later date. He had far more pressing concerns to deal with to be hung up on something he couldn't even properly solve. With the way things were playing out now, a number of questions were about to be solved in rapid fire succession. Clues and hints about who he was. Some information regarding his powers. What the monsters that had been following him since he could breathe were after. Luke, and by extension the camp as a whole, could most likely answer more than one of these categories. Even if it was only one, however, it was a step in the right direction.

They reached the camp shortly after departing the pine tree. It was actually bigger than Chion anticipated.

For starters, there were the cabins, or at least what the young amnesiac assumed were cabins. They were smaller than the other buildings within sight, and they were lined up perfectly side by side with numbers telling them apart. Each one of them was similar in structure but not in appearance, the outside, and most likely, the insides having been altered completely different from one another. Cabin Eight was made of brick with a smokestack coming out of it with a door made of thick metal, like some kind of vault. Cabin four was a light shade of brown, its roof being constructed of growing grass with tomato vines growing along the walls. Each cabin offered unique properties and designs, something the Chion found intriguing.

Directly in the center of the two opposing lines of cabins was a fountain, offering a much needed touch to an otherwise empty space.

Beyond the cabins, the white-haired youth could see a number of interesting looking things, such as what looked to be a giant wall that spewed lava, an arena where two people were sparring with wooden swords, a stable?, an archery range, and a pavilion.

Needless to say, Chion was very curious about the place known as Camp HalfBlood.

"Whatcha think?" Luke asked as the two walked towards the middle of all the cabins. "Pretty nice, right?"

"Definitely better than the Hellhounds," Chion replied as he finished his initial look at his surroundings. "Still trying to wrap my head around all of this. It's quite a bit to absorb."

Luke nodded as if he had expected it, leading the way towards what was probably the oldest looking of all the other cabins. Its dull brown paint was chipped off, and there was a caduceus overhanging the doorframe. In terms of all the other cabins, it was easily the least impressive of the lot. Unlike the other cabins that had one or two people milling about doing their own thing, this one was lively, people coming in and out of it's doors quite frequently in the time-frame of one full minute.

"This is my cabin," Luke said as he opened up the door. "It'll be where you stay until you eventually get claimed."

(("Claimed? That could have multiple meanings."))

"And by claimed I mean when your godly parent makes him or herself known," Luke said, as if reading the youths thoughts. "Might take some time, so feel free to make yourself comfortable. Just make sure to watch your things."

The inside was packed with people. On the beds, the floor, leaning against the wall. There were hardly any real spaces where one could freely stretch out without accidentally kicking another person in the face or rear. It had at least one bedroom with two twin beds, a wooden nightstand in between the two beds with a Grecian urn on it, a trunk at the end of the bed. Winged shoes, a rather odd item, hung on a hook, a wooden desk and a chair, and curtains on the windows for privacy. Posters, pictures, a sword, a map of Camp Half-Blood, and a calendar were hanging on the wall. When the youth first walked in, all eyes immediately shifted to him.

"Claimed or unclaimed," one of the cabins inhabitants asked, a girl situated on the top bunk.

"Unclaimed," Luke answered immediately, as if on reflex.

A chorus of groans and negative looks filled the room before everyone went back to what they were doing, which was fine with Chion since he didn't like the attention that much.

"There are a few things we have to do, actually." Luke tapped the youths arm with the back of his hand. "Get yourself acquainted with the cabin and then meet me out front."

"Where're we going?"

"Infirmary first. You need to get checked up on. Then I'll take you to Mr. D," Luke turned around and walked out the front door. "You'll have to meet him eventually. Might as well be now."

"Mr.D?" Once again, Chion was in the dark.

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