Archived:Terry Glayve

Personality
Terry has a very joyful attitude, whoevers meets him is forced to smile due to his positiveness. He likes making ridiculous jokes and he's mostly sarcastic, but deep inside of him he regrets his whole existence.

Appearance
Terry has brown eyes and hair. His face is almost always in a neutral state , making him look emotionless. On his back, near his right shoulder blade, are three circle-shaped scars, a rem inder of the puncture wounds from a manticore that once attacked him.

History
"She was a beautiful woman, with her kind smile and her eyes that reminded me of spring. Her hair smelled of the freshest flowers. She loved me because I loved agriculture. Because I had respect for plants. Can you imagine it, Terry? I sang to the wheat fields every night..." 

Terry was never bored of hearing the same short story over and over again. For sure, it was repetitive, but it was the only reminder he had of his mother. Terry lived in one of the many wheat fields in Manitoba, Canada. He is 16 years old right now. His life was a repitition: Cultivate wheat, care for them, chop'em all and then send the big heap away to the big companies that would transform it into food. His father and him were the only family working in Canada, the rest were dead or elsewhere. Except his mother. With what his father had said, she had just disappeared one day. His mother loved his father for his wheat farm, sure. But what Terry liked the most - and he was sure his mother did too - was his Henry's songs. Every night, he would go outside check on our crops while singing with his poetic and low voice, and it was as if he was singing to the plants. The vegetation around him seemed to respond, swishing lightly in the breeze.

Sweat trickled down Terry's brow. He thought of all this while he was hacking away on the plantations with his sickle. A sharp pain exploded in his finger and when he held it up, it was smeared with blood. He had cut himself again. He sighed and looked at the horizon. His gaze stopped short when he saw something wasn't right. A man in a leather jacket was watching him. He was about thirty feet away, but Terry could see his deconcentrating eyes. One brown, one green. The man sneered when he met Terry's gaze, and ran away. The young Glayve didn't give a second thought about what had just happened. The sun was setting. And he had to reach the crop quota if he and his father were to survive another winter. That night, the rain wasn't laying it easy. The windows seemed on the point to shatter from the wind and the rain banged on the ceiling as if a giant hand had decided to drum its fingers on it. Terry hoped Henry would stay inside and maybe break his routine just ONCE, but he was mistaken. "I'm going to go sing to the crops. As a tribute to your lost mother and for the poor wheat outside. See ya in a few minutes, Terry," he had said, ruffling his boy's hair. That was the last time his father would ever be so confident. Terry waited for ten minutes. It was strange. His father should be back by now. A tingling sensation rised in his body. Could it be...? Terry opened the door to outside and ran all over the wheat fields, crying his father's name. A low moan caught his attention. He looked down at the ground and saw Henry. But the sight horrified him. A puddle of blood was already forming near his father's right arm and his mouth was twisted into an odd angle. Three spikes protruded from his dad's arms. They were pitch-black and razor sharp. No doubt, his father would die. Terry had no experience in healing wounds and his father had already lost too much blood. Then his father whispered something. Terry approached his ear to his father's mouth. "The chest..." he wheezed painfully. "Take all. Camp Half-Blood. Paralytic poison. Destroys nerves. Nothing else to do for me." Another painful wheeze, it sounded like his lungs were tearing apart. Then Henry Glayve said something that would be forever etched in Terry's memory. "I'm sorry." The lightning crackled overhead and the coat Terry was wearing didn't help either. He went back to the house, tears streaming down his face. He knew he couldn't do anything for his father. So he would complete his dad's will. The lightning boomed once more, and the running boy could've sworn he saw a brown and green pair of eyes glowing in the dark. And its face was smiling.

In the house's attic was a chest, which was strictly off-limits for Terry when he was a child, his father saying that it contained dangerous items. His heart beated loudly in his chest as he opened the dusty chest. He expected gold, maybe. A heritage of an ancient family or something useful, like a relic that he could sell for money. But in the chest was a fist-sized ginseng root and a necklace with a tiny cornucopia attached to it. Terry growled in frustration and slammed the lid down. He took a few deep breaths and took the two items. He ran down the stairs and barged out in the heavy rain. He ran away, not knowing where to go, his grief too big for his brain to make sense of everything. He ran into the nearby forest, and collapsed from fatigue and hopelessness. His father's words echoed in his head: "I'm sorry."

His eyes snapped open, and the sunlight blonded him momentarily. Terry blinked a few times before remembering what happened. A fresh wave of guilt and regret washed over him. He reluctantly stood up and decided to go to this place. Camp Half-Blood, his father had said. He looked at the clear sky. He guessed he would just have to walk straight and he'll get to somewhere eventually. He took a few steps before he stopped and stood as still as a statue. Someone was watching him. He did a quick 360° and immediately recognized his enemy. A green and brown color. The man who had killed his father. The man was grinning widely and took a few steps towards Terry. The only Glayve felt his heart skip a beat. What would he do? He only had a statue and a necklace against a full-scale murderer who had paralytic poison. He gulped and thought, "Mother, if you can help me now, here's the time." The murderer leaped on him. Terry tried to sidestep, but as he thought he was about to dodge the man, he felt spikes sinking into his back. Thud, thud, thud. The same paralytic poison spikes his dad has died to. Terry gritted his teeth. He wouldn't die, not now. He tried to move, but the poison froze him into place. He was helpless. The man smiled and cackled, "A new demigod that will spill its blood!" He unsheathed a knife he had attached to his belt and sharpened it. Terry then felt the ginseng root warming up in his pocket. With an extreme effort that burned his muscles, he reached into his pocket only to feel a sickle. It wasn't a root anymore. Terry smiled and thanked his mother. As the evil man approached his face to Terry's to whisper some last words, the Glayve took the opportunity. He swung his arm and slashed the man with his sickle. Pain exploded in his arms. the poison was slowly sapping his energy and it took a great amount of effort just to breathe. The man wailed in anger and soon recovered, coming back for the final strike. Terry closed his eyes. It would be the end. He heard a deafening crack, sure it was his skull, but he felt no pain. He dared to open his eyes. The beast was caught up in huge roots that have risen from the ground and was slowly squeezing the monster to death. "Next time, demigod," the man whispered before exploding into dust. Terry couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed on the ground, letting the poison slowly kill him. He decided to sing one last song, the song that his father used to sing, and tears flowed from his eyes. They slowly closed, and the last thing he saw was a pretty green elfish face looking at him, frowning in worry. Then blackness.

When he awoke, he was in a hospital-like room, and a weird hairy face was staring at him. "Thank goodness you're alive!" the hairy man exclaimed. Terry shook his head and looked at the stranger's legs. Goat legs? The satyr exploded in laughter. "Must be confusing, huh? Thing is, a nymph saw you dying slowly, so she felt some pity for you. You know, son of Demeter, yada, yada. So then she decided to alert me, who's in charge of bringing demigods here, to Camp Half-Blood! Clear now?" Terry's head throbbed. Only the 'Camp Half-Blood' part he understood. He was here already? Wasn't he dying? He felt his neck and pocket. His two items were still there. The satyr frowned and said, "I know it's all confusing, but you'll get used to it. I have to go now, demigods in peril and all that. Next time you need, say you need the satyr Telektus, eh? I'll be here in a jiffy to help ya." The weird goat-man trotted away and Terry was left alone in his bed, questions jumbled in his mind. He was here? He was a... demigod? Son of Demeter? Was that his mother? Terry decided he couldn't take no more. He got off the bed and went outside, and fresh air hit his face. People were happy, laughing and sword training, doing everything imaginable. Terry couldn't believe his eyes. Telektus was just outside and happily grinned when he saw Terry. "There are you are, man! Lemme give you a VIP tour of our nice camp here, huh?" He put his arm around Terry's shoulders and steered him into the camp. Terry had to smile. "I'll find you, mother," he though "And when I do, you'll be proud of me."

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