I think it was safe to say the first 17 years of my life were pretty normal. I went to school (got kicked out of a few), I got passing grades (barely scraped by a few times, but still passing), and even played a few sports ( I sucked at mostly everything but swimming, which some idiots would say isn't a real sport). For someone with ADHD and ADD, I was doing pretty good with my life so far, if you asked me. So, yeah, a pretty normal life. I'm not sure how my life would have turned out if it had stayed normal, but there was no way of finding out, now. Besides, this new life did have a few perks.

I'll start from the beginning. The day everything changed. I was walking to my best friend's, Grover, house while eating my mom's delicious blue cookies. That was also a normal thing in my life. See, my mom had been married to a disgusting, smelly, bastard named Gabe and he had told her there was no such thing as blue food. To prove him wrong, my mom went out of her way to make blue food whenever she could. It was a delicious screw you to him.

Eventually she grew tired of Gabe's bull and divorced him, but by then blue food had become a regular thing to us, so we kept it up. There were no complaints from me.

Anyway, back to the ending of normalcy. It started at Grover's house. Nico and Grover were playing Call of Duty.

Nico and Grover had been my best friends for a long time. I had met Grover when I was 12, he was being bullied by some girl and I told her to leave him alone, then proceeded to shove her into a fountain. It earned me a month of detention, but at least a great relationship came out of it. Nico and I had met in Greek class when he was a weirdo who was obsessed with mythomagic. He started out the year asking questions like "Does Zeus really have 6,000 attack power?" And I had found his weirdness hilarious so naturally I befriended him.

"You guys suck." I stated as I watched them get killed back to back.

"They're spawn trapping! There's nothing we can do." Grover defended. We probably would have spent some time arguing over it, but we heard the sound of glass breaking downstairs.

"The hell was that?" Nico questioned as we heard a similar sound.

"Come on." I said as I left Grover's room and headed downstairs. The scene that lay before me was not one I had expected, at all.

Grover's caretaker, Leneus, was having a sword fight with a guy who was probably only a couple years older than me. Leneus has always seemed like a mean, grumpy old man, so I had never expected him to be into sword fighting.

"What the-" Nico started, causing Leneus to turn towards us.

"Grover! Get them out of here." He shouted, quickly, before parrying the strike of the man. The man, quickly struck again, then used his foot to sweep Leneus off his feet when he blocked it. Leneus fell hard, letting a painful whimper, like he had just blown his back out. I don't think sword fighting was meant for him. The guy turned towards us and gave us a creepy smile.

"Well, I was only expecting you, but to have all three of you here is marvelous." He said, pointing his sword at us. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew this had to be one of the worst pranks I had ever seen.

"Grover, who the hell is this guy?" I asked. Grover's face was red and he looked nervous.

"You'll find out soon enough!" The man started running towards us, but before he could reach us, the floorboards broke, flying into the air in all directions, nearly shanking me in the process. A wall of sand began forming around the man until we couldn't see him anymore.

"Go! Run, now! Out the back door!" Grover shouted, pushing me down the rest of the stairs. What the hell was going on? How did sand just ride out of the ground like that? I might have spent time asking these questions, but the sound of a whistle in my ear made them ring. Three seconds later, Grover's front door was being kicked in. Three more men came in, brandishing swords and axes that looked like they could slice all of us to pieces.

"GO!" Grover yelled again and this time I listened. As we ran towards his backyard, more floorboards popped up and another sand wall was created, stopping the men from following us.

Even though, it didn't seem like the men were behind us, we still ran, and ran, and ran some more.