I was not having a good day.

I'm sorry let me back up. My name is Thomas Fairway, and I have been wondering all of my life where I belonged. It was a hard question for me. When I was six, my mom died of cancer leaving me to the world of the foster system. Not fun at all. I had no idea who my dad was till I was twelve and when I found out, my life only got harder.

See, when you are a demigod, half human, half god; monsters attacked you just for being that. Monsters hate, sorry loathe demigod guts religiously and will fight for the sake of fighting demigods. Well, demigods have a powerful aura that attracts monsters, and when you accept being a demigod, it only gets stronger.

For me, it was a bit different. At first they were just scared of my father, but eventually they got over that. I had to learn to fight, and fast. And plus, I was on my own.

I know what you are thinking right now, why didn't I go Camp Half Blood or Camp Jupiter, where I would be safe? If you are a Son of Zeus or Vulcan or Hecate, by all means, go there, it would be safe for you. For me, that's like walking into a death trap.

For four years, I have been living under the threat of both Monsters and Olympus. My heritage made me a target. And you are saying, well, who is your dad? Well, I am the son of Tartarus, the ancient god of the abyss and storms.

Today, I was getting double teamed. And that was only the start of it.

I was camping peacefully in the Yellowstone national forest under the canopy of pines. Well as peaceful as you can get for a homeless demigod. I left the foster home I was staying at in Denver three years ago because of a certain number of accusations that were not my fault. Seriously, I didn't destroy half of the local high school that was a monster who did that.

Anyway I was just putting out my fire so the rangers wouldn't spot me, when in the distance I heard a snort like a bulls. Instinctively I flattened on the ground, reaching for the pouch that hung around my neck. After a while, all I heard was the birds. Then over the ridge, I could see a herd of buffalo roaming around the plain. I mentally cursed myself and rolled over gazing at the sky.

The sun had risen only a few hours before hand. I sat there for a while, looking at the August sky, thinking to myself. Can you see me Zeus? Do you wonder if I am a threat? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but let's not found out about me, shall we? I really hate to be a crispy spot on the ground anytime soon.

I continued staring for a moment and decided it was time to go. Couldn't stay in Yellowstone for the winter with only minimal clothes and a light sleeping. I decided Miami sounded nice and warm this time of year. I like warm. Warm is good.

Breaking camp wasn't hard when your tent was a single and everything you owned went into a camping backpack. I had set my pack up against a tree and was checking my supplies when the snort sounded a second time, this time infinitely closer.

I dared to look behind me, hand already at the pouch necklace. I turned and saw a figure around what I had feared. Standing only a few meters away was the Minotaur, the half bull and half man killing machine. And he wasn't alone. Next to him was one of the largest bulls I have ever seen, with soft looking white fur, large glistening silver horns, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Minotaur and a murderous gleam in his eyes. I had studied up on my Greek mythology when I was Brooklyn a few years back to know that this wasn't an ordinary monster bull. It was the Cretan Bull, the father of the Minotaur, sent by Poseidon when King Minos of Crete asked for a worthy sacrifice to the god. Unfortunately, the king didn't kill it and Poseidon drove it into a mad.

My brain kicked in to goofball mode, which it always did before a battle. "Well hey, guys" I waved, drawing a dice from my pouch. I didn't look to see which one I had drawn. I stupidly waved and smiled weakly at the pair. Like I was hoping that they would just pass me by. "Out for a lovely father-son walk?"

The Minotaur snorted loudly and drew his axe from behind his back. The Cretan Bull scrapped a hoof against the ground, kicking up dirt.

"No?" I rolled the dice in my hand "well let's get on with it."

Apparently the Minotaur understood that much, because he gave a defiant roar and charged, axe raised over his head. Quickly I sidestepped put out of his path, dodging his axe and let my dice fly somewhere on the ground. The Minotaur stumbled when his axe missed and tripped, flying into a tree.

I rolled to the ground and saw what side my dice had landed on. I carried two magic dice; each side has a picture of a different monster, Drakon, ventus, Sea serpent, fire breathing horse. Whatever side it lands with pointing up, I turn into. Today, it landed with the spartus picture pointing up, my favorite battle form.

I felt my body sudden warp and dissolve away, like something was painlessly eating away at me till I was barely a skeletal warrior. My muscles and bone turned to grey. Then the spartus killer mind kicked in. See, Spartoi, plural for spartus, only thoughts are to kill for their master, and if they have no master, they kill randomly. But today I was in control, and that was because of a lot practice earlier.

I felt fearless, invincible and had a craving for battle. My awareness went through the roof and I was ready to lay down the pain train. The Cretan bull lowered its head and charged. I charged back, grabbing a sharp pointed rock from the forest pine floor.

As soon as the Bull was only a foot away, I somersaulted over it with my inhuman strength and skills. The Cretan Bull incredibly hard head crashed through a thick pine tree like it was made out of paper. The entire tree crashed into the ground, making the earth rumble.

The Minotaur had recovered from its fall and attacked, swinging its axe with wide strikes. I focused on the Minotaur, ducking under its blows and stabbing him with my rock, however pathetic that just sounded. The Minotaur roared in pain with each cut but did not give up. He was slowing down.

Unfortunately I was ignoring my spartus spider sense, focused so entirely on the final strike I was about to deliver, that when Cretan Bull hit us at full ramming speed, I nearly was broken in half.

The force of the impact was like getting hit with Jumbo Jet at Mach 1, I flew through the air a couple hundred feet on a stone outlook, nearly rolling off rocky cliff and down to my death as a pancake. The only thing that save me was the fact the spartus was mainly undead. What was worse was that the power that made me a spartus drained out of me, returning back to my regular form. I felt the warm weight of the dice that I threw reform in my pouch.

Well, this sucked. In distance, I heard the rumbling of both the Cretan Bull and the Minotaur were charging at me together and my dice need time to recharge before I could use it again.

I rose to my feet. Come on. I was a son of Tartarus. Monsters were supposed to be nothing to me. The Cretan Bull and the Minotaur were getting closer. I looked back at the cliff behind and smiled, a plan forming in my mind.

I planted my feet sternly on the ground and I called upon the powers of the storm, of my Father, to aid me. Unlike normal storms, Tartarus storms are like a vacuum. I felt the familiar surge of emptiness inside of me, like all my organs were being sucked into my stomach.

Just then, my least favorite father son duo crashed through the tree line, galloping at half speed so they wouldn't go off the cliff. I thrust out my hands, feeling the powers of wind funnel around me. Small rocks and twigs flew past me. As my storm grew stronger, large loose branches started to sail by.

As soon as they realized what was happening, the Cretan Bull and Minotaur tried to reverse their course, but the vacuum effect was too strong. The Minotaur's axe whirled past, nearly taking off my head. The Cretan Bull collapsed on his side, my winds dragging him to me. The Minotaur tried to hold on for dear life to a root but the root snapped, sending the Minotaur flying. His father went airborne as well, twisting in the air and giving out sad moos of fear.

I dropped to the ground, both cow monsters sailing over head. The storm funneled out just over the edge of the cliff. All I heard was one last roar of fury as the Minotaur and the Cretan Bull plummeted to their deaths.

I slowly rose to my feet, the pain from my flight, courtesy of Cretan Bull Airlines, kicking in. I limped to cliff's edge and looked over. At the bottom, amidst rocks and broken branches, laid a bleach white bull skull with silver horns and an ax, blade implanted in the earth.

I laughed for some reason and decided to limp back to the campsite. I popped some ambrosia I had stolen from a regular demigod back in San Fran. To me, it tasted like every warm baked home meal I was missing. Instantly my pain subsided and my limp went back to a walk.

It took me over an hour to find where I had camped, but when I got there, someone was waiting for me. Two people actually.

The first was a middle aged man sitting on the tree the Cretan Bull knocked over. I first thought he was one of the Native Americans from around here when I saw his deeply tan skin and jet black hair tied into a ponytail. He wore an expensive looking white shirt and black pinstriped tie with blue jeans and hiking boots. What I noticed the most were the several scar that were raked against his face.

The other one was the most scared girl I have ever met. She looked seriously lost and the frightened look in her silver eyes didn't help. She had frizzy long brown hair that hadn't been combed and slim cheerleaders figure. She wore a simple black jacket and jeans. When she saw me her eyes lit up but then deflated when she saw that her companion had also looked like he was expecting me.

Cautiously, I approached. They didn't look like monsters but then again, I met a girl before that nearly sucked out all my blood and she looked human to me.

"Who are you?" I asked, hand over my pouch. "What do you want?"

The man laughed like something I did was funny. "Please, Mr. Fairway, no need to use the Dice of Typhon right now. You must be exhausted after your battle. Please come seat, I have a proposal for you." He said.

How did he now I had the Dice of Typhon on me? "Are you a god?" I asked, more defiantly.

The man smiled. "No, a Titan actually. I am Prometheus." He gestured to the girl. "This is Bella, she is a demigod."

Ok, she was demigod, so what? What was she doing here? Bella kept her eyes glued to the floor. "Why isn't she at the camps like a normal Demigod?"

Prometheus looked turned sympathetic. "Because, like you, Son of Tartarus, she is a forbidden child. She is the Daughter of Artemis."

A daughter of Artemis, the maiden goddess of the hunt and the moon? Officially my interest was peaked at the prospects of this information. "Why are you telling me this?"

A gleam appeared in Prometheus, like the kind you get when you are about say something powerful our brilliant. "Because, I want you to protect her, to protect them all. There are more like you, Thomas, more demigods of the ancient and the dangerous. Zeus would kill you all if he knew. And soon he will but you can stop that before it's too late. You can save them all."

With all of what he just said, I focused on why me. Kind of dumb right, but then again the thought of not being alone had changed something in me. A small flutter of hope. But I had to ask "why? Why me? Why are you doing this?"

Prometheus looked turned mournful "For the same reason you care those Dice. And why you? Because I am the Titan of Forethought remember? You are the best one for the job. And we must hurry, before all of Olympus bears down on us."