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Chapter One

The life of a demigod is never simple, and my life is proof of that. From the day I was born poverty corrupted my life. My mother, the saint she was, was not rich. She was quite the opposite. Mother always had to work while I stayed at home in the little dingy apartment. When she didn't work she spent her time with me. It used to bother me that she didn't ever date anyone, or have time to herself. Another thing that used to bother me was the fact that I didn't have a father. I used to ask all the time who my father was, and the only answer I got was. "I don't know who he is." That was when I would ask the simple question of how? There was never an answer, then again, she never got the chance to tell me. When I was ten, she died. Her death was a short but painful one that she didn't deserve. She died in a car crash. A head-on collision to be exact. Her last dying wish was for me to be sent to this summer camp called "Camp Halfblood." And in that place is where this story starts...

...

"Abby," Lila called from outside my cabin door. I sighed and got up from my wonderfully comfortable bed. I had no half-siblings, so I didn't have to share anything. I was lucky, I guess, to be the only child of Eros.

Yes, I am the child of Eros, and trust me it has a lot of perks. One of them being that the Ares cabin leaves me alone. No one wants to mess with the matchmaker's gods daughter, especially since I have some of my father's arrows. And trust me, I'm not afraid to use them. Another perk of being the daughter of Eros is that I know when two people are destined for each other. Sometimes it's fun to set people up, without them knowing of course.

"Coming," I replied as I got dressed. I wore an orange Camp Halfblood Tee and a pair of blue jeans. I headed outside of my cabin where Lila was impatiently waiting. Sometimes I swear that girl has no patience whatsoever.

"There you are, breakfast is in five minutes," she told me. I sighed. Couldn't I wait a little longer?

I followed her from my cabin to the place we eat. We sat down at our tables, hers being Aphrodite and mine being Eros. I waited like everyone else through the camp speech that I've heard a thousand times until we could eat our breakfast. I ate cereal, probably much to Demeter's delight. And drank some purple orange juice.

After breakfast was when things started to go wrong. I almost made it towards the archery range when Aphrodite appeared before me. She was stunning with long red hair and eyes that kept changing from color to color. I heard that she changes her looks from person to person.

"Abigail, I need your help," she told me.

"Yes, Lady Aphrodite," was my response.

"I need you to recover my mirror, it was stolen from me," she told me.

"Lady Aphrodite, why do you want me to do it? I'm sure there are more qualified demigods willing to help?" I asked her.

"Ah yes there are, but none of them would understand the importance of the mirror," she replied.

"I will do it then, Lady Aphrodite," I told her.

"One more thing," she told me. "I don't know where my mirror is. But without it, love will fade away."

That was a truly horrible thing. Even though no one likes their love life, it would be horrible without her watching over and nurturing/destroying love. It was her job after all.

"Grab my hand and close your eyes," she instructed. I did what I was told. It was wise to obey a goddess. It usually meant less trouble for you in the long run.

...

I was no longer in Camp Halfblood. The air was much warmer and dry, almost like a desert. I opened my eyes, and asked the question, "where am I?" To which I got no response. I was alone in the sand. What was I to do?

It was hot. I knew that I had to find a town. Why would Aphrodite dump me here? Next to a road? Maybe I should follow it?

I noticed there was a bright pink, flowery backpack beside me. It was filled with ambrosia, trail mix, money, and clothing. On the sides it had two water bottles It had a note on top of it. I almost missed it in my not so close inspection. It read:

Dear Abigail,

you have started on your quest to find my mirror. Congratulations, for starting your first quest. Welcome to Sunny, Nevada...

That was as far as I could get before my dyslexia made it difficult to read. Why didn't she write it in greek? I just don't know.

There was a car traveling slowly down the road. I knew it was dangerous to hitchhike, but it might be the only way of travel I could get.

The car stopped. The driver got out of the car. It was a man, in his early 20's with blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing an orange tee shirt that I couldn't quite figure out what it said. His shorts were faded.

"Do you need a ride?" the man asked.

"Yes," I told him.

I internally winced hoping that the man had good intentions. Or that he was a man at all. You never know with monsters.

"What's your name girl?" he asked.

I wanted to run at this point. Why would I want to tell him my name?

"Abigail Dire," I eventually answered. It's not as if the man had heard of me.

"I've heard so much about you miss Dire, beating my cabin in archery," he told me. "So you're the one that Aphrodite wanted to find her mirror?"

"Yes," I answered. I couldn't believe I was talking to Apollo.

"Just be thankful that Aphrodite asked me to help you," he told me.

So Aphrodite wasn't so certain about the finding the mirror?

"Gods can't help during quests," I told him.

"Since this isn't a quest given by the oracle I have some leeway, plus Aphrodite promised me a few things," he told me. "And it helps that Zeus has no idea about what is happening - so get in."

The car drive was pretty terrifying, I had to admit. Apollo definitely should not be allowed to drive, at all. Maybe this is what Percy felt like when Apollo crashed into the lake of Camp Halfblood. Yes, I was there when that happened. At that time I was considering joining the hunt. Somehow I don't think that Eros would be exactly happy with me if I had.

Soon enough we hit a town, it was small and had a few houses and a general store. I grabbed a bag of the trail mix that Aphrodite had packed and started to eat. It was one o' clock in the afternoon and I was starving. Only having cereal and orange juice helped in that respect.

Apollo just shook his head and muttered something that sounded like "mortals."