Love and Lies

by Cat of Flames

Abigail Owl was a normal girl until she discovered a secret: she was a Demi god. She begins a quest for her paternal parentage and finds her life is full of deceit.

1. Chapter 1

Percy Jackson and other characters referenced in this fan fiction and also in the Percy Jackson series are a manifestation of the mind of Rick Riordan and only used by me because I love his stories and wanted my characters to experience what his did.

Chapter 1: A Giant German Shepard
The day I found out I am demigod started off as normal day really. I am walking to school, Pine Mountain, when I hear growling coming from the woods. I live in Pine Bridge, New Jersey, so I am surrounded by forests all of the time. My curiosity got the best of me, so walk in to the forest and look around. It was a stupid move. A giant German Shepard tackled me. At that moment, I noticed a wooden handled dagger sticking out of the earth. I slash the beast with the sharp, bronze blade. A Satyr, a half-human, half-goat creature, appears out of the bushes making me think I was mental.
The next thing I know the big hellhound, which is the only name that came close to identifying what the giant German Shepard, exploded into a pile of gold dust.
"Hi, I am May. You must be Abigail Juliet Owls . No time to talk. Just follow me. We can talk when we are our way to Camp Half-Blood."
All I could do was nod as she pulled me by the hand, and we started walking. May had red,wavy hair, big, brown cow-like eyes, and no freckles. Her skin was slightly tan and her bottom half was goat. Her goat half was the color of coffee with milk. She had a short, stubby tail. She was wearing an orange camp t-shirt.
We strolled out of the forest quietly. All that could be heard were the twittering of birds as we walked north through the main street of the sleepy town at 7:30 AM. Blindly, I followed May until we reached Pine Mountain's train station. May went to go get train tickets from the ticket booth. No one noticed us because they were too busy trying to catch their trains.
May, seeing the confused look on my face, explained, "There is a thing called Mist that makes mortals see what they can comprehend and not some weird creature they think is from a myth."
When the train arrived at the station, we embarked and searched for the train car with the fewest number of people sitting in it. I was looking out the window as we zoomed toward Long Island when May started talking about Camp Half-Blood.