When Alan finally made his way outside, he looked around and blinked until his eyes adjusted to the sun. When they finally did, he blinked even more as he saw Camp Half-blood standing before him in all it's glory. There were kids his own age and a bit younger running around carrying weapons and shields and armor. All, if not most, of the weapons were made from a strange bronze that seemed to have a slight glow to it. He thought back to last night when he'd picked up the bow and arrow. The arrow tips he had used were made from the same material that he saw spearheads, arrow heads, and sword blades were made out of all around him.<br/><br/>"Ahh, you're awake," said a man to his right. Alan looked over and saw a man sitting in a wheel chair. "Well I might as well introduce myself in full, I guess. I am Chiron, the main instructor here in Camp Half-blood." Chiron studied Alan for a moment before continuing. "You're new so I'm guessing something came up that brought you here. May I ask why you're here and have been unconscious for the past few days?" Alan blinked and then thought back to his last memory.<br/><br/>"I was chased by a Minotaur," he explained. "My parents told me to run and find this place. That the people here can help me understand who I am and what's going on." He studied the man in the wheel chair and tilted his head, for a moment. "You're the centaur that taught Heracles, aren't you? And Achilles?"<br/><br/>The older man blinked and nodded. "Yes," he said. "I am... How did you know?"<br/><br/>Alan sat down in a chair nearby looking stunned. "My parents taught me everything they knew about ancient Greek mythology," he said. "I never thought that it was actually real... That what they were telling me wasn't myths and legends but truth. This is... This is awesome!"