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Chapter I: Dream

I was 13 when I ran away, I'm 16 now. My home and life was too much for me. I used to live with my mom. Mom said dad disappeared when I turned 10. I still remember his face. Mom said he looked like an angel when she met him, golden hair and blue eyes. Classic angel. He left me something before he left; it was like he knew he had to go. He gave me it to me when I was 6 it was a thin golden bracelet with a detailed sun on it. I always thought something was special about it, but when I told my mum that she said it was just a bracelet. My dad believed me, he even enforced it by making a bunch of crazy stories about how it was passed down from generations and how warriors wore it so their godly parents (he was a Greek nut) could look after them. I loved him so much.

We were all devastated when he went missing, mom crying her eyes out, the loudest friends of theirs gone quiet. My own mother couldn't even look at me after that. She said I looked too much like him. It's true though, I have beautiful golden hair and crystal blue eyes. I always found it nice to look into the mirror and see him in me. I even had his perfectly tanned skin. When I showed people a picture of my dad they said we could be twins if we were the same age. We always laughed at that. I think I was 11 when I found out that I had dyslexia and ADHD. My mom wanted me to take the medication for it but I knew that dad wouldn't have liked it if I took it. But my mom wouldn't take no for an answer, so I pretended to take it.

8th grade is when I turned punk; I dyed the tips and my side bangs neon green. I would have dyed my hair black or something darker but my dad loved my hair. I got picked on a lot, but I had my dad's bracelet and that's all that I needed. That was also the year my mom started to hit me, she always came home drunk and needed something to take out her pain on e.g. me. My birthday was in August so I had a full year of hell before I ran away.

August 17th, my birthday and the day my dad went missing. That's when I left; I couldn't handle the hitting anymore. My arms looked like I painted them purple, yeah it was that bad. Could I have stayed and let her hit me day after day, sure. But I knew she still had will power she could have gone to a gym or done yoga or something! But no, she chose me as her punching bag. Now she lost the two most important people in her life. One out of bad luck, and the other because of her own actions. I packed all that I needed, clothes, makeup, shoes, hair brush, food, phone, I-pod and solar charger that I shoplifted, and so on (it was a BIG ass bag). I even took all of the money I inherited from my dad (he left all his money to me, nice dad huh?). It was a lot of money, but most of it was these little gold coins with I'm guessing a roman or Greek symbol on them. I mean I did say the guy was a Greek nut, hell he even taught me how to read and writing and speak Greek and Latin! My first word was Pater (dad in Latin), and my mother wondered why I was bullied, huh.

Now three years after I ran away in the cooling August air, somewhere on Long Island I'm running away from some type of beast. And this thing was HUGE. I have lived in forests all the way from California to Long Island and I have never come anywhere close to seeing or being chased by this thing. My snake skin boots are surprisingly in good shape, but my jeans had one too many holes in them, and my lose tank has a lot of mud on it. And my hair… its seen better days. I swear I've been running for what an hour now? This stinks and I'm not implying how much I stink. I hear it rawr loudly and go thump.

I slow down and look back at it, and laugh. It's running into an invisible wall! HA! Wait what? I stop completely and turn around. It's looking at me strait in the eye "Shit." I say under my breath. I get my first good look at it; it has red eyes, covered in brown rugged fur, has huge horns on his head, and has hooves. 'Damn' I thought 'either I'm crazy or it's a mutated bull'. I turned on my heel slowly and walked away. It was getting dark and I was a good mile maybe, away from that thing. So I set up "camp" on a comfy patch of grass under a bit willow tree, the last thing I remember before slipping off into the land of nothingness was seeing little blue firefly's.

I had a dream that night witch was very rare for me at the time. I dreamed that I saw my father again but he looked different, not in a bad way though. He just looked like one of those Greek gods my dad always went off about; he wanted me to know everything about them. I could see his lips moving but nothing was coming out of them. As soon as the dream came it went and I was beginning to get swallowed up by the dark. I tried to scream but nothing came out.

The next vision I had was a sign, it said Camp Half-Blood. It was made out of stone and it was in a forest. I couldn't see what was past the sign since it was night, but I found myself longing to see what was behind it. The dream once again stopped too soon. I found myself in a blissful sleep unaware of the person staring at me from above.