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Atalanta's brain whirled. She thought of the impossible task ahead of her. The past year was full of surprises, and she had found out more about herself than she wanted to know. She found a journal on her bed. It had not been there before. It was one of those spiral-bound notebooks. On the cover (which was black) was her name, written in silver pen. On the inside was a note:

Atalanta-

I know that writing is not one of either of our strong suits, but I figured that it would help you wrap your mind around things.

I would just let you use a writing program on a laptop, but if what has happened to you got out on the Web… Even though I invented it, I will admit that the Internet can be treacherous.

I hope your troubles with English won't hinder you, and I hope that your attention span will lengthen for this.

Use this well.

-Hermes, A.K.A Your father

She knew that he was right. Managing to find a pencil, she began. She started jotting down all the impossible things that had started just a year ago.

I am Atalanta Johnson, fifteen years old, sprinter, and oh yeah, I'm a daughter of Hermes, who is not supposed to exist.

I found out when I was twelve. I was at the district track finals. Our school had, like, seven people on the track team. I'm serious. There was me, Atalanta, the sprinter that ran in every running event; Gracie, my first best friend, and the best pole-vaulter in the universe; Petunia, a new girl who was trying to make new friends while high-jumping; and Claire, my worst (at the time) enemy, who sprinted right along with me in most of my races. The other three were her posse, (whose names were Cassandra, Victor, and Lucille, and are as snobby as they sound) were forced to join track to help torture me.

I was running the mile. It wasn't my favorite, because I preferred the faster sprints. But it was my last race, and I had taken first place in all the others, so I was feeling pretty good. Claire was racing with me, which I wasn't too happy about. But I was more freaked out at the two other girls I was up against. They were super-tall, and had humongous muscles. I had never seen them before, in all my years of running track. I was sizing them up, when the race started.

It was more of a cross-country course. We didn't do four laps around a nice track like we usually did. The school that the finals were usually held at had all these renovations or whatever going on, so we had to race through the trees, hidden from the crowd.

I guess it was probably a little past the halfway point of the race when I noticed things were getting weird. I was ahead of the pack, as always, but was conserving my energy. The two mysterious girls were close behind me. Just behind them was Claire, who seemed to be struggling a little. The others were way behind. I don't know how I could tell all this, but I just knew.

Anyways, it was a little past halfway when I heard Claire give a winded shriek. I was going to just keep running, thinking it was a trick (it wouldn't be the first time it's happened), when I heard the mystery girls laughing. I took a quick glance behind me and saw they had wicked grins on their faces. One of them had plucked apples off of the surrounding trees, and was chucking them at Claire. The other grabbed some from a sack, but these shone an evil gold.

Then one of the apples hit Claire in the face. She wasn't able to dodge them forever. I stopped. "Hey! That's against the rules!" Even though she was my worst enemy, it wasn't right for these girls to just start chucking apples at her in the middle of a huge race.

The bigger girl turned to me. "Who said we were playing by the rules, Atalanta?"

I was seriously starting to freak out. "How do you know my name?"

She smiled. "We have our sources." She threw a golden apple my way.

I dodged, but just barely. It grazed my foot. And it was hard. It hurt. Suddenly, I had a great idea. I stooped to pick up the apple, ready to bash the girl's brains out. I remember thinking, if they aren't going to play by the rules, why should I?

But, just like my namesake, picking up the golden apple was my downfall in the race. One girl grabbed me, and stuffed me into the sack, which was now empty of apples. She turned to punch Claire in the face for good measure, and then sprinted off into the forest. I tried to make myself as difficult to carry as possible, but it didn't matter since the girls were so muscular, and I was so light. They started talking, not realizing that I could hear them.

"Are you sure she's the one, Sasha?" asked a reedy, high voice.

"Of course Zanita, she fits the description perfectly." said the Sasha, who I recognized as the bigger girl.

"But Pythia saw her. That means that it's going to happen, no matter what." said Zanita.

"She could be wrong. She could just be seeing what would've happened." replied Sasha.

"But Pythia is never wrong! She has inherited perfect sight! She's a daughter of Apollo, for goodness sake! She can't be wrong!"

Sasha snorted. "There's always a first time."

We crashed through some bushes in silence. I was about to give up hope, when I heard something: a rustle in the bushes. Apparently Sasha and Zanita heard it too, because they stopped. Suddenly, one of them (probably Zanita) dropped their end of the sack, causing Sasha to grunt, and drop me as well.

"What's happening? Who's there?" yelled Sasha, panicking. I heard her lumbering through the woods, trying to strike at something, and eventually wandering farther and farther away, occasionally grunting in pain. I think Zanita had already run away.

I felt someone trying to move my sack. I scooted over, and let it be lifted over my head. I saw my other best friend James, folding up the sack, and smiling. "Close one, huh Lanta?" He always calls me Lanta, claiming that my real name is too hard to say.

I was about to thank him and ask him what he was doing way out here in the woods without his crutches (he needed them to walk, since his legs were seriously messed up, or so I thought at the time.), when I noticed his feet. But they weren't feet: they were hooves. I took a few deep breaths, closed my eyes, and counted to three. But when I opened them, the hooves were still there. "James… can you tell me why you have… sheep feet?"

He groaned. "I take the trouble to save you from those creepy morons, and all you do is ask why I have sheep feet?"

I blushed, still staring at his feet. "Sorry. Thanks for saving me from those freaks. I must be hallucinating or something. It just looks like you have sheep feet."

He sighed. "You're not hallucinating Lanta. And they are not sheep feet, they are goat feet. If you must stare, you must respect the feet."

"Wait, you're half goat? OMG, you even have goat legs! You're fuzzy! What the heck is happening to you, James?"

"Stay calm. I'm not going to die. This is completely normal for me. I am a satyr. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you earlier."

"You are a say-WHAT?"

"I am a satyr. You know, like in Latin? Those awesome half-goat people who attend to Dionysus?"

"But satyrs… and Dionysus… and Apollo… they're just myths! They're just myths that the Ancient Greeks invented!"

"How exactly did Apollo get into this?"

"Those weird girls… Sasha and Zanita… they were talking about him. Actually," I corrected myself, "one of his daughters, Pythia. They talked about her as if she was real, and that Apollo was also."

James stuttered for a bit, and then sighed. "I'm so bad at explaining this stuff. I'll have to get you to Camp Half-Blood." Without waiting for me to contest, he dragged me to a horse. "We'll have to hurry if we want to make it to Long Island by sunset."

"Long Island, as in the Long Island in… New York?"

"I know what you're thinking. And no, you're parents and other friends don't know where you are. But soon someone will explain everything… at least to your parents."

I was trying to figure it all out, and tell him that that wasn't what I was thinking, and that there was no way we could get to Long Island by sunset from here, MAINE, when he pulled me onto the horse. He followed, patted it, and told it to lift off. Then, the horse flapped its wings- actual wings! - and flew! We soared for a long time. It was spectacular. For a minute I forgot that I had just been told that one of my best friends was a satyr, and that I was on a flying horse, going to New York from western Maine.

We landed in a strawberry farm, or so I thought at first. And then I saw more flying horses in stables, and more satyrs like James playing their pipes to the plants. "Come on," said James, "we need to get you to the Big House." He steered me to a house (which was indeed pretty big). There I saw an older man in a wheelchair playing cards with a pudgier man in a Hawaiian pattern shirt. Two other hands of cards floated in the air. At this point I couldn't possibly be surprised any more, and figured this was just some freaky dream. I always had dreams about the track finals before they happened, but none as weird as this.

The man in the wheelchair turned toward us. "I do believe we have company, Mr. D."

"Oh, hurray." said the one that I figured was Mr. D, obviously unenthusiastic.

James blushed. "Mr. D. … Chiron… this is Atalanta Johnson. She's a half-blood. She was just kidnapped by two other half-bloods, whom I believe are working for Luke. They were looking for her. She's not safe anywhere but here."

Mr. D. looked skeptically at me, and sighed. "Oh great, yet another brat for me to endure. Show her the orientation film."

I got mad. I could tell that this guy was lazy. I didn't want to watch some stupid orientation film. "Why don't you tell me yourself?" I asked.

"Lanta… please don't provoke him, he's really dangerous…" James warned.

"Oh?" I was on a roll. "Then why don't you tell me WHY? I want ANSWERS! Why should I watch some stupid film? I need to know why you dragged me through four different states on a creature that DOESN'T EXIST, without warning, and without explaining a SINGLE THING!"

The one they called Chiron stared at James accusingly. "Why did you drag her through four different states on a creature that shouldn't exist to her, without warning and without explaining a single thing?"

James stared at the floor. "I could never explain these things right…"

Chiron looked at me pityingly. "You know that James is a satyr, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You know that you were taken here on a Pegasus?"

"Uh-huh."

"You know that you are a half-blood?"

"A WHAT?"

He sighed. "I guess you don't. You know the Greek Gods, right?"

"Like Zeus, Hera… Apollo… Dionysus?"

Mr. D. looked up at the mention of Dionysus, somewhat surprised for some reason that I wouldn't find out until later.

"Yes. They exist. There are not myths, they are very real. In fact, you are in the presence with one right now, so please don't say that the gods don't exist, unless you want every atom in your being to explode in flames."

I was stunned. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything.

Chiron paused a moment let this sink in. Then he continued. "Sometimes these gods and goddesses fall in love with mortals, and they have children. These children are called half-bloods, as they have immortal and mortal blood. You are one of them. We do not know who your immortal parent is. Until then, you will stay in the Hermes cabin."

"What in the world is the Hermes cabin?"

"Come." Without warning, he slipped from the wheelchair. His body rose out of it. Except… he was a horse from the waist down. He was a centaur. He started walking out. I followed.

When I first saw the twelve beautiful cabins, I was breathless. They looked like ancient Greek buildings, except new. Each was different.

"They each represent a god or goddess." said Chiron. "The Hermes cabin is there, number eleven."

"There are only twelve." I said. "Aren't there more than twelve Greek Gods?"

"Yes, but these are only for the more powerful ones. Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Athena, Ares, Demeter, Apollo, Artemis, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Dionysus."

"Why should I stay in the Hermes cabin?"

"Because until you are claimed, you have to stay somewhere. Hermes is always happy to be hospitable to you and others who are undecided."

Suddenly, a thought came to me. "What about my parents? They don't know a thing. And how can I be a god or goddesses' kid if I have two parents?"

Chiron looked at me sadly. "Those things will be handled in the morning. It is late now, the sun is down. Take these toiletries, go to the cabin, meet some people, and rest."

I realized I was tired. I said good-night to the mysterious Mr. D., James the satyr, and Chiron the centaur. I entered the cabin, and shakily introduced myself. "Hi. I'm new. My name is Atalanta Johnson."

A boy a little older than me looked up. "Are you decided or undecided?"

"Um… Chiron said something about me being undecided."

The whole cabin groaned. Another boy, who looked a lot like the first stood. "I'm Travis Stoll. Welcome to the Hermes cabin. Put you stuff there," he pointed to a small corner, "and attempt to get some rest. There are a lot of snorers that we would like to become claimed."

I got settled in. I met some new people, and then Travis called lights out. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about how my world had been turned upside-down.

Little did I know that it would only get worse.

"Lights out!" called Travis.

Atalanta was startled, not realizing how late it had gotten. She shut the notebook, and hid it where it wouldn't be stolen and read. Then, she fell asleep, contemplating her task ahead.

{Fiver sniffed the air, nervously.

Hazel was concerned. The only time he had seen Fiver like this was when he had seen his terrible visions… "What's wrong?"

"Nothing; at least nothing yet. Something is coming, something that will change our lives forever."

Hazel was puzzled. "Is it bad?"

"Maybe… maybe not… only time will tell… and Time is not on our side…"}