Prologue
The rain was pounding down like fists onto to the brown dirt road. Wind was whipping across Adam's face as if mother nature was unleashing all her fiery. Lighting flashed across the black ink sky as he ran after the goat boy. What was his name again? Right, his name was Grover.
It was hard to think just less than 2 weeks ago Adam lived with his mom in Newport,Rhode Island. They lived in a small but comfy little townhouse by the beach. The house was no thing of beauty, the blue paint that covered the house was faded and was peeling off and the window shutters obviously needed some fixing. His mom and him had been living in that town house long as he could remember. His mom was a veteran of the U.S. Army and from his mother's stories, his dad and mom bought the house after they came back from the Persian Gulf War where they first met ( and fell in love). On June 16th of 1996 he was born and shortly after his deadbeat dad left his mom one day and was never to be heard from again.
His mom and him lived happily together when just one week ago his mom all of a sudden died in a freak car accident and that's the when the monsters started to come. Adam had always seen monsters from a distance his entire life and this was the first time the monsters came close and personal. The Minotaur came first. A huge bull man showed up at his grandmother's house when he first found out his mom has died. Lucky for him, Grover the satyr showed up just in time to karate kick the monster at his head and was able to knock him out for just a enough time to escape.
On the run, Grover explained to him that they were headed to a place called Camp Half Blood, a place where his kind could live safely and trained to kill monsters like the Minotaur Grover also explained by"his kind" he meant demigods, the children of the Greek Gods and mortals like his mom. Apparently he was the son of Ares, the war god.
Now they were on the run from harpies when he spotted through the darkness, a huge sign that read Camp Half Blood. He was finally here and now he was fighting the pouring rain and escaping from the harpies to reach the magic border.
Through the darkness, Chiron saw two figures running toward the far this week, a twelve year old boy named Jake arrived to Camp Half Blood. Two days after Jake, a girl named Haley arrived to camp and one day after her, a girl named Alex. Now this may be another new camper. Deep down Chiron knew somehow these four campers are connected in a way in the future. As he got closer to them it spotted one of the figures was the ridiculous satyr, Grover, and the other appeared to be a twelve year old scrawny boy with dark black hair and the bluest eyes he ever seen.
