Meetings Come When You Least Expect It [Private to Sampson the Guitar Lord]

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I was loving this! I've been in Camp Half-Blood for a week and have been wanting to go there for a year. although, they wouldn't let me. Since I was the son of a Giant. Antaios to be specific. I was surrounded by monsters, several Lasitrygonian Giants, Several hellhounds, and a Chimera. I was loving it. I have been living in the forest, making shelter, and using anything that I can find as a weapon, just, I left my spear at my cabin. I laughed hysterically asthey closed in on me.
"Come on! COME ON!" I yelled, gesturing them towards me, I had no weapon, just my hands and my knuckles were bleeding. A Laistrygnian Giant charged at me. I easily flipepd him over, got him in a submission and broke his arm, turning him into dust. Several more monsters showed up, eventually it was a crowd. Several hell hounds charged, one bit me n the arm, another on the leg. I broke the hell hound that was on my arm's back, kicked one into a tree, killing it, and then the last one I broke it's neck. I smiled as probably twenty monsters growled at me. I plunged straight into the crowd, jumping onto them with fists flying...

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



I faced off with a huge Cyclopes. I dodged a punch and broke his arm. He jerked it back into place. he punched me with his spiked knuckles. They penetrated the skin, and poked out the other end. he threw me against a tree. I had no choice, I touched the ground and felt my grandmother's power course through me. The small, non-fatal, wounds closed up, and I didn't even feel tired. I smiled evilly as the Cyclopes' eye turned wide. He started to back away.. I didn't let him. I took a rock on the ground and tackled the Cyclopes. I hit him repeadetly with it, over and over and over. Until I was hitting a pile of gold dust. All the monsters stared at me with horror. I growled at them, they scurried off, praying I didn't come after them. I smiled evilly and took a look at myself. My shirt was ripped to pieces, I had scracthes, cuts, and bruises everywhere. My pants were ok though. I ripped off the remains of my shirt and threw it next to me. I grabbed my duffel bag, I guess it's time to get back to my cabin. I noticed someone behind me... I whipped around, took out my spear, not ready to defeat the person with my hands. I pointed at a... camper. I put a finger on each ends of the spear, and pushed it together, making a small thermos.
"Why are you here?" I asked.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~

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I examined her. Doesn't speak much, the monsters seemed to hesitate when attacking her, straight black hair. A Hades kid.. She won't guess my god parent, unless she has met my father in the Underworld. Antaios, The Giant that could not die unless he was lifted from the ground. I have a smiliar power. I don't say much, at all really. I grabbed a small brown wallet from my bag and opened it. The wallet turned into a motorcycle. Ok.. I am not leaving until I kill a Chimera. I got on the motor bike and put on a bomber jacket, apparently, besides this pair of clothing and my jeans, I had no other clothes, I guess when I lost my memory I forgot to pack. I realized my desire to kill a Chimera is petty and foolish. I took the keys out of the iginition and it turned back into a wallet which was neatly placed in my hand. I put the wallet back into my bag and hunkered down under a tree. I wasn't tired.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"You're welcome," I said. This is the most I have talked in about... half a year. I don't talk much.. Maybe not even at all. I might cniker once or twice at someone's foolishness, but that's it. I looked towards camp. I think I'll just sleep in the woods tonight.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"I cut myself ok?" I said. That was the most I have ever said in a year and a half. I looked at the cut and concentrated, it healed right up. It's not like it can be fatal to me. It never is. Of course she won't understand, she hasn't gone through what I have gone through.. Waking up in Antarctica one morning with no memories. That was and is my worst nightmare and I'm living it. So I have to let myself feel some pleasure right? Cutting myself is the one thing that does that.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"I made an oath.. to one of my closest friends to talk more... and yet I have not kept that promise," I said to her. I did promise to talk more.. and I am going to keep that promise, come hell or high water. I cracked my neck, my own voice sounded weird to me... Especially since I have a british accent... that's one of the clues to my old life.. I was british. Hm. I guess I am just going to say it.
"You're pretty you know that?" I said, quite surprised at myself.

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"Oh! Uh, my name is Dante," I said... an odd name, I know. I haven't heard anyone in this time period caalled Dante.. So sometimes I wonder, if I am not from this time period.. you know.. maybe several hundred years ago. A possiblity, but you never know.. I could always be named because I have a weird family.
"What uh.. what is y-" I tried to finish but, I realized she doesn't talk...

~DANTE GRIFFIN~



"Karis is a pretty name," I smiled. I smiled at her, Karis was a pretty name. I uh... guess I should keep talking... right? Well, I always get swallowed in rejection, and disappoint myself with every girl that I ever liked. I took a stick on the ground next to me and started to write...
'You should be getting back to your cabin right? I don't want somone as cute as you being eaten by harpies' I wrote and kind of hunkered down, and got ready for whatever the night held for me.