I don't look, write, or smell like Rick Riordan. So I must not be him or own the Percy Jackson series.

I wake up on the Saturday after the last day of school. The sunlight breaking through the blinds making it hot and bright. I moan and turn over on my stomach, and cover my head with the pillow. I can tell it isn't noon yet. We're leaving for camp tomorrow so I decide to sleep in until my 'cousins' decide to throw me onto the grass out back and spray me with the hose. I hate Ares kids. They get worked up over nothing.

Aphrodite girls just laugh and take pictures that they'll post to facebook and send to all the guys they assumed I had a crush on even though I don't have a facebook. The Hermes boy that lives with us, Adrian, will help me steal their cell phones and delete those pictures. He's one of the less mischievous people in his cabin. Adrian's current crush is Alex Wise. Her name gives away who her godly parent is completely. She's smart. Adrian wants to be smart. They're a match he's hoping for.

Anyway, et me explain our house hold to you if you can't figure it out. My dad and his fiancée, Sarah, own this large house close to camp. It was pretty lonely and empty and Sarah was a demigod. She knew exactly how lonely camp can be during fall, winter, and spring. She didn't get to go to school or meet anyone normal, so being the wonderful person that she is, Sarah convinced Liam, my dad, to open our doors to any demigods wanting to go to regular school and get a mortal's experience in the real world. We have monster attacks once in a while, but nothing we can't handel, and sometimes, we're a pit stop for satyrs taking new half-bloods to camp.

Speaking of camp, we're going to be leaving today.

The door slams open, probably making a new hole in the wall where we just covered the last. "CALIXTE NICOLA JOHNSTON, YOU GET UP RIGHT. NOW."

Make that, supposed to be leaving today. I moan.

My good friend and descendent of Aphrodite, Sterling Ross. She's as beautiful as her sisters. Long, dark, gently curled brown hair, soul-penetrating sky blue eyes, and light skin. But she doesn't care how beautiful she is. Sterling turns away any boy who tries to ask her out. And contrary to the other members of her cabin,wears plain shirts, she purposely leaves wrinkled and slightly over-sized, long black leggings or fairly destroyed jeans, and converse that with holes, covered with duct tape and mediocerly sewn, and the soles starting to peel off the shoe. Her charm and beauty only seems to matter when it will work in her favor. To top it off, and she hopes it will keep people from comparing her to her siblings, she has taken on the two main characteristics of an Ares child: Being rude and fighting.

"No." I whine lifting my head. "Let me sleep. I don't want to get up just yet." Then slam back down on my head and close my eyes, just hoping she'd leave me be, but that's just wishful thinking.

"I'm not letting you sleep in until noon. We're going to the mall." She doesn't tend to care whether I get hurt or not so she throws the blankets off, grabs my ankles, and yanks me off the bed.

I land with a loud on the hardwoodand I could feel my nose bleeding from landing on my face. I take a deep breath with my mouth and sigh it out.

"You'd think I'd be used to this abuse by now." I sit up and lean against the bed, holding my nose and tilting my head back.

Sterling hands me a tissue box.

"We're going to the mall," She repeats. "I need new boots and my half-sisters are going to buy them for me if I get a dress."

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because I don't want to go alone."

I know she doesn't like them, so she uses me as a shield for her sanity.

"Get dressed."

And she shuts the door behind her leaving me alone with a bloody nose and half an hour to get dressed. I stuff tissue up my nose and breathe deeply through my mouth.

I spend some time examining what other damage she has done to me, but there's nothing. I style my light brown hair into a long braid that falls over my right shoulder and scrub the dried blood from my face. I think for a second that maybe my nose is more flat, but shake my head and get dressed.

I grab my axe charm and attach it to my bracelet. Don't ask. It's one of the weapons that aren't that used at Camp. The charm functions as a cool disguise so I can just rip it off when I need it. The same does for my bow and arrows, and sword.

Anyway, let me explain our household to you if you can't figure it out. My dad and his fiancée, Sarah, own this large house close to camp. It was pretty lonely and empty and Sarah was a demigod. She knew exactly how lonely camp could be during fall, winter, and spring. She didn't get to go to school or meet anyone normal, so being the wonderful person that she is, Sarah convinced Liam, my dad, to open our doors to any demigods wanting to go to regular school and get a mortal's experience in the real world. We have monster attacks once in a while, but nothing we can't handle, and sometimes, we're a pit stop for satyrs taking new half bloods to Camp.

"Alright! Long enough!" Sterling announces after ten minutes. She pushes me down the stairs and out the door.

AT THE MALL...

"Four. Hours. Of. Shopping." I say putting my head in my hands. I like shopping, but this mall is boring and we were hurrying in and out of stores until I finally took a break outside.

"You alright? Not that I really care." Sterling said rolling her eyes.

"No." I mumble. "I can't feel my legs."

"Then you can wait here while my sisters drag me off their favorite stores to get me make up and other crap." Sterling puts on her lace up ankle boots and then stuffs her jeans in them. She stands up and checks them out. She smiles (a very rare sight I may add). "I look good."

"That you do." Her sisters squealed with excitement. They were selfish and shallow sometimes, but their hearts were always in the right place.

"Okay, Callie- ixte, we're off!" And they dragged Sterling with them. And I was alone outside the mall on a bench.

Gods I hated that nickname. I didn't even understand how they came up with that stupid name. It was just my name, but expanded (it's pronounced Callie-ix-tay) and all it did was piss me off and take one extra second than just saying, "Callie".

"Callie-ixte?" Someone laughed.

I looked up to see a total stranger sitting on the bench next to me. He looked like the kind of guy who frequented the beach or burger joints after going for a surf.

"Uh- that- that's none of your business." I blushed furiously and looked in the other direction.

"It's fine." The guy chuckled at me. "I have names like that to."

I bit my lower lip.

"Not really." He admitted. I could feel his grin on my neck.

"Nice talking to you." I tried to escape by getting up and going back inside; I was hungry and the Aphrodite kids refused to eat until they had dropped from all the shopping.

"So, what's your name?" I almost had a heart attack; the stranger from earlier came out of nowhere. "I'm assuming your name isn't Callie-ixte."

He followed me to the food court where I ordered a milkshake. And then he cut in front, ordered himself one too, and then paid for it all before I could whip out my wallet.

"Your order will be ready in a moment." The cashier smiled (probably more at the guy than me) then we waited in silence.

When our order was ready, he smiled happily as he handed me my shake.

He is pretty hot, I admitted and nodded to myself, and then grabbed my drink. "Thanks." I muttered. We took sips at the same time.

I was curious and decided to ask, "Since I have your attention, who are you?"

He smiled (which really confused me), hooked his arm around mine, and hauled me to an empty table. I sat only because of curiosity and he, whoever he was, was exceptionally unusual.

"Okay." He began and did his best too be serious in a goofy kind of way. "I know who you are. You're Calixte Johnston. Your mother is Nike, goddess of victory, and I need your help."

I took one sip after, just another thinking how to reply.

Help him? I just met him. Personally, he didn't look like a bad guy. He looked pretty friendly and nice. Then again, monsters and demons look nice at first…

"I just met you though. I don't think I could." Whoever he was, I wanted to leave as quickly as I could

"And I just met you, but I have a problem and the oracle said you could help me."

The way he said "you" made me feel like I was the only one for the job. I really wanted to leave.

I could've left or whipped out my sword at any moment, but my brain told me not to. It was like his sheer presence was the thing holding me there. "You still haven't told me who you are." I argued before taking another sip.

"I am Apollo, god of the sun." He said after a moment.

I didn't see that coming. I knew I couldn't have seen that coming because after he said that, I took a spit take right on the immortal's face.

I'm pretty sure that he didn't expect that either.

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