Half-Blood—Part Bird
Madison Tiffany-Crystal Ride's POV
I glanced out the window at the sky around me. Then paused. I sighed—nearly sad—but still remembering my days at the School. I'd actually been thrown out—it had been eight years since I'd last seen my little sister, Maximum Ride, and the others, Fang and Iggy and Nudge and Gazzy—that was pretty much impossible for most mutants—I was just special. I was eighteen now. Max had been about six when I'd gotten kicked out of the School—I hoped she remembered me, like I remembered her—I never forgot her. I lived alone in the canyons and caves of the Colorado mountains.
After leaving the School, Jeb got me a Greek to English dictionary and I began to learn Greek. I always had a fascination with ancient history—especially Ancient Greece. When Jeb had visited before his death, he'd given me a pen and a book on Greek mythology. He knew I'd loved Greek mythology and I was able to thank him in almost perfect Greek. Then I told him, "I've been practicing." Jeb made me train harder than the others—he told me he'd freed them and that there was a new member of the flock—Angel. She was two. I was glad. I had to learn how to fight with swords, javelins, and bows and arrows, in addition to the training that the others received.
The other whitecoats said that I was ADHD, but I wasn't. I also was slightly dyslexic. I knew the truth. I was a half-blood—part Greek god. Not sure on which side, because I had no clue who my parents were.
The day I got kicked out of the School, someone came and whispered three words to me, "Camp Half-Blood." I had to find out where this Camp Half-Blood was and how to get there. After I learned of Jeb's death, that night, I left the canyon that I'd spent the last four months forever—I was never coming back—and I'd never see the flock again, either. I knew it and I'd accepted it, too.
I packed my bag—I put my Greek-English dictionary in my bag—I didn't need it, but I kept it anyway—I wasn't so great at understanding Greek when it's rattled off at me super fast. I also packed my volume of Greek mythology—it was a good read when I didn't have anything else to do—when I had some free time. Then I grabbed the pen Jeb had given me. I put it in my pocket and quickly removed all signs of ever living there. Then I said, "Okay, I guess it's time for me to go."