A Feeling... (Private to Bre)

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I rode down the street on my motorcycle until the hill that goes to Camp Half-Blood. I looked up, oh how I wish to go into the hallow halls of the Camp. I looked for a while and took off my sunglasses. At the time I was wearing a bomber jacket, a t-shirt, and jeans. I have been going around America for the past year, and when I finally reached Camp Half-Blood... They don't let me in. I traveled for four years to get here.. and yet I couldn't.
"Damn it," I said.. trying to feel the pleasure pf being here. I sat back on my motorcycle and just watched. I pulled a soda out of my back pack and started to take sips. I can't believe it, now I have to wonder through America, trying to find any place I can call home. I can't call anything home anymore.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I looked at the girl. Innocent. Very. I surveyed her closely, I have come to known the features of most Half-Bloods. A big three maybe, possibly a Titan. Most likely Zeus. For the life of me, I will never understand why they let Demi-Titan's into Camp Half-Blood, but when they encounter me, a Demi-Gigantes. They call me a monster and do not let me in. Some messed up world we live in, eh?
"No.. Camp Half-Blood won't let me in... because I am a Demi-Gigantes. They think I am a monster, but I am not. Only an individual can let me in. Only then well I be able to live in Camp Half-Blood," I said to her, but I was looking at the gates of Camp Half-Blood.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I smiled at the girl. She had no idea what I have been going through for the past year, I have been homeless for one, I only have a motorccle and two pairs of clothes, thank god I can, every once in a while, take a shower and do laundry. although, that's once in a long time. She has had a home, had showers, food, love, and a life to be proud of. Me? I have nothing, no one, barely any food, and on top of that, I have no memory of my life.
"Kid, you have it a lot better than I do. I'm the son of Antaios, the Gigantess that cannot die unless he is suspended in the air. I'm an outcast... always coming in last... no one owes me anything... On top of that, you have a home... I wish I could say the same,"

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"My name is Dante Griffin, pleased to meet you as well Zia," I said, studying her. I wonder, if by the end of this talk she could let me into Camp Half-Blood, is so I will have to hug her so much that she pops. Technically I am her great uncle. A little weird to think about it that way, but nevertheless.
"Think you could get me inside Camp Half-Blood?" I said half-heartedly, looking at my forearm pads... very intimidating forearm pads...

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"I knew that was going to be your answer, it's everyone's answer," I said, and then took my keys out of the ignition. The motorcycle reverted back to a wallet which I plopped inside of my pocket. I cracked my knuckles.
"Because they dn't have the guts to actually do anything about it," I said looking at the gates again.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"You do know the barrier doesn't allow me to go into Camp Half-Blood right? It makes me seem like I just ran into a wall," I said and to prove my point I touched the barrier with one hand, sending ripples in the air all around me. I pushed hard and it just felt like I was pushing on a wall. Except, I am strong enough to push a wall down... Just not this one. I walked back.
"See? That's why I need access from a resident of Camp Half-Blood to come and allow me to go through the gates.. but no one does, because they are afraid they're gonna get in trouble," I said. Which was the truth... sadly. Even Demi-God's have fear sometimes... this is one of those times.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I looked at her skeptically. I pressed my forearm pad and my spear sprung out of it. I grabbed it in the air and looked through the gates, trying to see if there are some campers out to get me... I couldn't see any.. but you never know, I could be fighting Ares kids who have been shadowed by Nyx kids. Happened once before. I looked at her, surveying her.
"Not a trap?" I asked, still holding my spear in an attack position. I can't risk anything.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I put my fingers on each tip of the spear and pressed down. The spear turned into a small cylinder that I fit into my forearm pad. I can't believe it. After a year of searching.. I have finally found my home. I looked at the gates with wide eyes. In anticipation, I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and gave Zia a huge hug. I broke away while kneeling down and holding her shoulders.
"Thank you so much. You have made a friend, I won't forget you. I hope you find out who your father or mother is soon Zia," I said and hugged her again before walking into Camp Half-Blood... to start my new life... to have a family. A tear of joy rolled down my face as I wiped it off and then continued to smile as I walked down the pathway to the main courtyard of Camp Half-Blood.