I'm sorry if you don't like it or if there's any misspelling in it. I'll do the best I can describing Rick's characters, but I make no promos.

I never wanted to be a demigod, I doubt anyone asked to be a demigod. If you ever felt you were being watched, or that you can do things that can't be explained, well congrats. You're a demigod too! And once you recognize it, its only a matter of time before they find you.

Long before I discover my birthright, I was an an average sixth grader in New Orleans Louisiana. And to think it all started when I...Maybe I shouldn't jump ahead of the story.

My name is Atlanta Diondria, I'm ten years old. Everything pretty much started with my class field trip to an archeology dig site. I thought it was going to be a dumb trip, but Mr. Trident (Little Mermaid anyone) was leading the trip. Mr. Trident had black hair, that was kinda wild, deep green eyes and tan skin. He had lines around his mouth, so you could tell he smiled. A lot.

He was dressed in swim trunks, tropical shirt with trees and birds on it and sandals. He's a really laid back, a total easy going guy. He's the Latin teacher at Academy and he's the only teacher that doesn't give me a hard time. He's always telling stories about his family (Mostly his son Percy) and he let us play games in class.

I was on a bus with two teachers and twenty-four hyperactive, sugar high kids. I was sitting beside some kid looking out the window, watching the city go by. I was trying to behave. For once.

You see trouble and I go way back, in fact its my middle name. Once I started a food fight, on accident of course, but I still got expelled. And another time I had put bubble bath all over the teacher's lounge and then turned on all the water. Course they're still trying to clean it and I got expelled (totally worth it).

And I...Well you get the idea. I was determined to behave this time.

I wish I wasn't even on that trip, then maybe I could've been in the dark a little longer.

As we drove up to the dig, I noticed a woman waiting for us. She had long black hair that was in a ponytail, brown eyes and dark skin. She wore blue jeans and a button up white shirt, stained with bits of dirt. She smiled and waved as the bus stopped. I saw Mr. Trident get out and greet her. I could hear Ms. Reptilia, the other teacher hiss.

Ms. Reptilia was this really mean old lady (on less you're Mr. Trident, she has a soft spot for him). You couldn't really see what she looked like, for she always wore a ling black dress, a veil covering her hair and dark pair of sunglasses.

She came to Academy about three months ago, after our old History teacher was caught drinking on the job. The minute she stepped into our class she hated me. She was feared by all but for Mr. Trident.

Anyway, we all joined Mr. Trident and the woman outside the bus.

"Class this is Dr. Clark, she's agreed to let us dig here like real archaeologist and dig for our own threasure." Mr. Trident said.

With that said the class started whispering about buried threasure.

"Silents." Ms. Reptilia hissed.

The class went silent and Dr. CLark cleared her throat before explaining what they do at the dig and how they uncover the ancient artifacts.

"Will we find bodies?" A boy asked.

"Maybe." Dr. Clark said.

All the girls 'ewwed' while the boys cheered. Again Ms. Reptilia hissed for us to be quiet. Dr. Clark showed us in, where nobody else was there, but for us.

"How come there's nobody else here?" I asked.

"Yesterday was the lat day of the dig, the artifacts recovered are already back at the museum and my team is carefully working on them." Dr. Clark explained.

As we walked past many holes, I noticed several bags of concrete, and several holes filled with concrete. Dr. Clark lead us to a big hole with tools all around.

She told us this is where we'll be digging and that any small thing we find we could keep. We climbed down the hole (but for Ms. Reptilia) and started digging. The boys went off on one side, the girls on the other not really digging.

I sat in the dirt away from everyone else watching them dig. I could see Mr. Trident digging too and looking at the others as they dug. When his eyes meet mine, they turned sad, filled with sorrow. I looked away gripping my non arm.

I guess I should explain that. When I was six I was in a car accident (course it was my mom driving) and I lost my whole left arm. It was replaced with a silver metal arm. Ever since then I hated being with others, in fear they'll bring it up.

"You should try it."

I looked to see Dr. Clark. She sat down beside me.

"I don't want to." I lied.

She must have known what I was thinking case she said this.

"You know when I was your age, I lost my whole left leg."

She lifted up her left pants leg and showed me her metal leg.

"I was like you. Afraid of what others thought. But I got over that fear, give it a shot, you just might find something.

With that said she got up and joined the others. I thought about what she said. I looked beside me to find a small shovel and brush. I started digging slowly.

It didn't take long before I found before I found something. It was something silver and dark green. As I dug it out I saw it was a necklace. It was a small silver pendent, in the shape of a teardrop with a dark green gem.

I was looking over it and felt proud that I found something.

"Class time for lunch." Mr. Trident said.

I quickly put the necklace in my jacket which has long since been tied around my waist, pocket and got up dusting my hands on my jeans, and followed the class. We walked back to the bus for lunch.

I sat by myself eating a ham and cheese sandwich. I kept thinking about the necklace. It was very beautiful.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

I looked up to see a boy. He had shoulder length golden/ brown hair, the brightest blue eyes and a golden tan skin. He wore a black tshirt, blue jeans and a red jacket. He had on on this musical note necklace. I felt a little warm even though it was gray and cold today.

I nodded it was ok for him to sit by me. He sat kinda far, but I didn't mind. He took out a sandwich and started eating. At first we didn't speak to one another or even acknowledge each other, until he spoke first.

"Name's Arion by the way."

"Atlanta." I said.

We begun to talk and before I know it, we were facing each other and we were sitting closer, our lunch forgotten.

I felt happy for once in my life, having a friends was...Exciting. It didn't help that we had so much in common.

"Miss. Diondria, may I speak to you?"

We looked up to see Ms. Reptilia. I said "Yes ma'am" as I got up and followed her. She lead me to the dig site and by a pile of cement. I was wondering what I possible did this time. Maybe she found out I stole the test answers for her test and sold copies for five dollars.

"I didn't expect him to be here" She said. "He made it harder to get to you."

I didn't really understand what she was talking about but it wasn't about the stolen test answers.

"Ms. Reptilia?" I asked.

She moved so her back was to me and moved her arm taking her sunglasses off. I could hissing very close to us.

"What's that hissing sound?"

"Tell me have you heard the myth Medusa?"

I had to think on it. I told her, Poseidon had an affair with a woman in Athena's temple and Athena was angry and turned the woman into a monster as punishment.

Ms. Reptilia hissed and then the hissing sound grew louder. Ms. Reptilia removed her vile and I saw what was making the hissing sound. Ms Reptilia's hair was made of snakes. I backed away from her not understanding what's happening.

That's the biggest mistake you could ever make as a demigod.

"You're just a pawn in this war, child."

"W-war what war?"

"It's time for you to die now sweety."

I bumped into the bags of cement before turning and running away from her. What was going on and what war? I hide behind some bags of concrete and breathed in and out.

"You can't hide Atlanta."

I knew she was right but I wasn't going to tell her that. Ms. Reptilia...Medusa. I'm so stupid how did I not know my teacher was one the most powerful monsters in Greek Mythology! I tried to think how Medusa was killed in the myths, but couldn't remember.

"Think Atlanta think..."

I looked around me for anything to use, and then I heard it.

"Atlanta!"

It was Arion. I looked from behind the bags (luckily so did Ms. Reptilia). Arion was facing us, his eyes closed tightly.

"Atlanta catch!"

Arion throw his necklace towards me. When I caught it, it wasn't a necklace anymore it was a sword. Ms. Reptilia hissed and turned back to me as I closed my eyes. I was shaking so bad, I dropped the sword.

I bent down trying to find it, Ms. Reptilia must have walked up, cause her foot went on my right hand. I opened my eyes and looked up. Mss. Reptilia's eyes were closed.

"You will no longer be a pawn, I'll end the gods' game."

I lifted my left arm, shielding my eyes as Ms. Reptilia opened her eyes.

I waited for the pain but it never came. Slowly looking up from my arm I looked to see she was made of stone.

My hand, somehow ended from under her foot to on top of Arion's necklace. I got up and stared at Ms. Reptilia's face.

It was frozen in an angry face. I couldn't move, I was too scared to move. She was completely turned to stone. Looking around I found myself all alone.

Walking back to the class, I walked to Arion and handed him his necklace.

"Oh thanks Atlanta, I thought I lost it." Arion said.

Arion took the necklace from me and put it on.

"So what did Mr. Brak want?"

I didn't know who he was talking about. So I asked who Mr. Brake was.

"Our history teacher, you feeling ok Atlanta?"

Of course I wasn't ok. I just turned my teacher into a garden gnome.