Jump. Duck. Notch. Aim. Shoot. Run. Duck. Punch.
Oh yeah. Normal Friday night. Fighting monsters in the middle of Chicago. You might be wondering why I'm fighting monsters, well, welcome to the life of a demigod.
Cool, your thinking? Think again. Would you want to constantly be chased down by monsters every time you use your cellphone? And to think I just got the new Iphone I've been begging my dad for for forever! Now I can only use it with the wi-fi turned off. No roaming or 3g. Serious bummer.
You might wonder, or you might have completely skipped over the fact about my dad, not my parents. I only, until recently, had a dad. But now I have a mom, and to be honest, she's awesome. So I only have a dad because I am a demigod. Our godly parents don't raise us, and my dad isn't even biologically my dad, but since when did that matter?
You ever read those Percy Jackson books by Rick Riordan? Yeah, that's my dad. And all those books, you read them and were like 'Yeah right!' but all that stuff is totally true. My dad's the scribe of Camp Half-Blood, the camp for demigods or Half-bloods like me. So he wrote down everything that happened in our camp from Percy's point of view. Guess he figured that was more interesting than a narrative.
Cool, huh?
I kinda skipped to the whole fighting scene, so now I'll go back to how it all started.
