Whats up guys? This is my new and first story, The Forgotten Son. It is centered around Benjamin Woods, a mysterious Half-Blood who just wants to find out who his parent is. He ends up going on a quest with a new friend of his that is hiding a dark past, and a girl who wants to find her lost brother. This story is rated M for mature for a reason. Mostly because I'm paranoid, but mostly because of the language that will probably get worse.

Please give a good review, if not explain to me what's wrong with the story so I can fix it. I just want to make a good story and satisfy you, the readers.

I do not Percy Jackson and The Olympians, that is all owned by Rick Riordan.

The Forgotten Son: Chapter 1

As I worked under the terrible and unrelenting sun, I find that some of the crops have been eaten, while others have burnt or roasted. That definetly doesn't happen in nature. The, once again, I hear the same roar I have been hearing since 3 days ago. It sounds like a high pitched lion's roar, that goes on for about 2 minutes straight. I'm not sure exactly what has been going, but this has been keeping Gabe and the twins constantly on edge. I'm worried because it has been getting closer and closer. When, whatever it is, had roared yesterday, the twins and Gabe started to pack up and get ready to leave, but it was only Gabe stuff they packed up. It's like they planned on not coming with us.

But before I get ahead of you guys, I guess I'll introduce myself. My name is Benjamin Woods and I'm not like most seventeen year olds. For one I'm about 6' 1', grassy green eyes, and light brown that has been naturaly lightened by the sun. Which leads me to my next topic, which is that I cannot stand being outside for shorter than 24/7. I love being outside, I just can't stand being inside for to long. Plus, I love working on a farm. When I had arrived, Gabe had shown me the ropes and I picked up on it pretty damn fast. Abnormally fast for someone that age, which by the way is ten.

So now that you know what you need to know about me, I should tell you about my boss. His name is Gabe Forester and he is just an awesome guy to be with. I have known this since I was 10 years old and he would do anything to protect, or make you comfortable. he's about 5' 7' with shaggy brown hair and a beard. He contantly his overalls and has never has shown his legs before. Personally I think he has got tattoos covering his legs, but I digress. he is also a mute, because I have never heard him speak before. The twins usually know what he is thinking and just tell me what he wants done.

The twins are, I assume, his daughters though they have never actually told me that. I just assume that as a fact. Their names are Sherry, and Dawn. They are pretty cool. They are basicly my surrogate sisters, in all but blood. They both have dark blond hair, and brown eyes, that are as dark woods. they are both 5' 4' and are really sweet.

Today was nothing special, besides the roaring of course, and I was just finishing up plowing the field. I looked over towards the house which was a least a half mile away from me. I hen heard a sound like trees being snapped as though someone had stepped on them. Whatever it wa,s it was really, really close to me. I was about to go check it out, when I heard the twins scream as though they were ripped apart. I then practicly ran as hard as I have ever ran before. I rushed into the house, and saw the twins lying on the ground covered in what appeared to be green blood?

"Are guys okay?!" I asked with desperation as it seemed they were dying "What's going on here"

"RUN AWAY!" Sherry cried out. "IT'S COMING FOR YOU, BEN!"

"What's coming" I exclaimed not believing my eyes as to what is happening. Then what looked like a lion on steroids came strutting out of the kitchen. It was huge, but upon further inspection it had the legs and hooves of a goat, the body and head of a lion and it's tail was a snake.

"What the hell is that thing?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I started to run until I remembered that the twins were still there and I wasn't going to let that thing kill them. I ran inside searched for a weapon, when I remembered a sword in the living room. I grabbed it and ran back into the kitchen to try and fight. I came back behind the beast and stabbed it in the back. It then kicked me with its hooves which hurt like bitch. I start to see stars and it looks like I'm about to get killed, till I hear someone speak up out of nowhere.

"I will give you, two choices, you ugly S.O.B." A rough southern accent says "You either leave me and my family alone or I will personally mess you up." I look over and see Gabe with what appears to be a bronze looking cane sword, the handle of which looks like a tree. . He also doesn't have pants on, because it looks like he doesn't need them. Mostly because he has goat legs and hooves. So, now Gabe is part goat, why not? "Go on, get" He snarls at the thing.

Obviously it does not like that, as it goes after Gabe with him in a battle stance. The beast tries to take a bite out of him, but he steps to the left and is able to cut of his tail. Unforunatly, that's the best thing he was able to do because it just got bad after. one hit after another hit Gabe and it looked like he should have broken every bone in his body. The thing was just beating him up, but Gabe was close to chopping its head off. As he was about to finish the deed, its tail had grown back and wrapped around his neck forcing him to drop the sword.

I know that what I did next could have killed me and most likely kill Gabe as well, but I wanted this thing dead. With my adrenline pumping I ran and grabbed the sword and most incredibely, cut off the tail. It was pissed and it tried to kick me again, but I had literally flipped over it and landed right in front of it. I then brought the sword down on its neck, successfully killing it.

As the pain started to catch up with me, I walked over to the twins. I dropped to my knees in realization that they were going to die.

"It's okay Ben, we forgive you." They whispered to me "We will always forgive you"

The blackness overcame me as I heard voice. A cloaked man who smelled of death and hatred walked over to me and commanded me in a voice that was cold and unforgiving "Sleep and recover" That's when I was out cold.

Thanks guys for reading my story, please leave a review if this was good or not. If not, what do I need to fix? If so, any suggestion who needs to be brought in? Thanks for the feedback and I hope you all enjoy the story that I brought you.