Hi. My name is Lucas-Chiron Gabriel Dare.

But you can call me Luke.

I know who I am now. I know where I came from. I know the powers that I have, and what I can do.

I fight to honor the gods, and my parents.

I am the son of Perseus, the god of heroes, tides, and power and the son of Anna, the goddess of strategy, stealth, and protection. And this is my story.

"LUKE! TIME TO GO TO SCHOOL, LET'S GO! IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OF 11th GRADE!"

I woke up groggily, wiping the leftover sleep from my eyes. I squinted and frowned at my alarm clock; it was supposed to ring and wake me up on time. No matter how old I get, or what grade I'm going into, I will always blame my sleeping in on this alarm clock.

I rolled out of bed and shuffled like an old man over to the bathroom, where I splashed water on myself to wake me up. Water always seemed to comfort me and make me feel rejuvenated and strengthened.

Messy, dirty blonde hair was the first thing I saw, that lay across my sea green eyes. According to my mother, my eyes are green during the spring and summer, but during the winter and the fall, they turn a grayish color. For some reason, girls swoon when they realize that. Literally, the first day of winter, my eyes turn a grayish color. It's weird.

To be honest, I don't look anything like my mother. She has bright green eyes with straight red hair and with freckles that contrasts with my sea green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Everyone says that she's beautiful. She never introduced me to my father, and she refuses to talk about it; but eventually I'll break her down. The only thing I don't understand is why he would never come down to visit. Ever. I don't know where he is, what he's doing, and why he's staying away, but he doesn't deserve that much of my time to think about him. I'm much taller than my mother though, at 6'0 even, and with a lean, muscular build.

I hopped into the shower and turned it on; for some reason, the water is always the right temperature when I get under it. There is never any adjusting or anything. Even when I have different preferences, it seems to adjust to what I prefer that day.

After I took my shower, I dressed in a closer fitting black shirt with green writing on it, and put on my lucky necklace. I don't necessarily know why I have the necklace, or who I got it from, but I just assume that Mom gave it to me. It's a silver necklace with a gold-laced trident on it. Whenever I wear it, it gives me peace of mind and good things seem to always happen to me.

"LUKE! RHEA IS HERE!"

Mom's voice floated up the stairs like a melody, and I smiled; she was my favorite person in the world. She apparently was given the hard task of giving birth to me and raising me up to 16 years old. I'll be sure to give her a gift basket or something.

Rhea Warner is my best friend. You hear me? BEST friend. She's about 5'9 and has an athletic, perky build. She has straight, silky brunette hair with icy blue eyes that can wash over you and give you chills for the next couple hours. She is beautiful to me, but she doesn't act like it the typical girl who knows she is beautiful. She'll as soon tackle me as hug me or hold my hand.

She has been there since my birth. We've been best friends ever since she had punched me when our moms introduced each other as babies. She wants to be a criminal investigator when she grows up, or an army pilot/aviation person. She has a pet peacock at home. I don't understand why either, don't ask me.

I threw on a pair of smooth, athletic looking green shorts with a single thick black stripe on them and completed the look with a pair of black Nike socks and Nike sandals. I took out my iPhone and checked the weather; it was supposed to be nice.

Good for surfing. 89 degrees.

Did I tell you that we lived in Hawaii? No? Well that's where we lived.

I hustled down the stairs.

"Think fast!"

I stopped and without thinking, caught a perfectly toasted waffle in my mouth that Mom threw at me as hard as she could. I grinned as she groaned and did a face palm and as Rhea laughed.

"Ever since you were a child. Always catch every kind of food thrown at you at any speed. Try to throw you something other than food, and you always seem to know; you let it fall to the floor and let it break. Teenagers!"

I slid over to Mom and kissed her on the cheek, and Rhea did the same. As Rhea and Mom were talking, I looked out the window towards the sunny day. We go to Kapaʻa High School in Kaua'i, Hawaii. We go there pretty much because we don't have enough money to go to any special private school.

"Come on, Rhea." I looked at Mom one last time, and she gave me the most nostalgic look I've ever seen, as if she was remembering some memory when I was younger. Whenever she got that look, I know that she was thinking about my father. She hugged me. "Remember!"

I rolled my eyes. "I know, to be appreciative of what I have and to be glad that I don't have a terrible and dangerous life. Make the most out of every opportunity, and remember to stay humble. I know, Mom."

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

I started walking to the door as Rhea came with me; we held hands as we started walking to the school.

The warm air slapped us in the face as we went out; it was way hotter than 89. But it wasn't a big deal because I can barely get any tanner than I already am now.

First day as an upperclassman. Things can't go that wrong, can it? As soon as I said it, a shiver went down my spine that made me feel uneasy and prompted me to look behind me to see if anyone was following us.

"Luke? You okay?" Rhea looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, worry evident in her eyes.

"Yeah…" I said uneasily. "Everything is fine. Come on, let's go to school."