Before you read:

Yeah, I think it's a suckish title too. :)

I do not own Percy Jackson & the Olympians. If so, many of those deceased campers would still be alive.

I have had experience with writing on this site, so...yeah.

Enjoy!

Hi. My name is Rose. Rose Emerson.

I should probably tell you about myself before you hear my story. There are a few important things you should know.

For one, I've been at a camp for two years.

The camp, named Camp Half-Blood, is where people like me go to train and learn how to survive. And I'm sick of the place.

Second-I'm an orphan.

I don't know my mom or my dad, and ever since I came to camp, I haven't been able to remember anything from my childhood. Everything before coming to camp is gone.

And lastly, I am a demigod.

Demigod. Half mortal, half god. And if you don't believe me, than fine. Enjoy your life as a carefree mortal, where monsters don't try to rip you apart every five minutes.

Camp Half-Blood is actually a pretty cool place. It's home to hundreds of demigods like me, but most of them have been claimed by their godly parent. I haven't, but I know my dad is a god. I don't know how, I just...know.

I came to camp when I was nine. The memory is fuzzy, but it's still there.

I was sprinting towards the borderline, with my guardian satyr, Leaf. (Yeah, a satyr. Half man, half goat. And yes, his name is Leaf. Don't tease him about it; trust me, you do not want to make a satyr angry.)

Anyway, there were all kinds of terrifying monsters at our heels. It was even scarier at the time, as I didn't know what the Hades was going on.

One monster...a ram with an eagle's head, I believe (don't ask), knocked me to the ground, and Leaf came back to save me. The rest of the monsters gathered around me, and Leaf got knocked aside.

I was completely weaponless, and was about to be killed when suddenly, the earth rumbled violently, and the creatures were sucked into the ground.

A little much to bear for a nine-year-old, right?

I loved camp at first, but began to hate it when others refused to be around me. I don't know why, but I just didn't...fit in.

But there was one kid who wasn't like the others. He was a son of Hermes, and also the first to befriend me. Maybe he was used to it. The Hermes cabin welcomes new kids all the time.

His name is Kyle Walsh, and he's my best (and only) friend here at camp.

However, after I discovered who my father is, and just how powerful I was, I learned that I was a big target.

Now that I look back, I wish it could've stayed that way.

So, did you like it? Hate it? This is just an intruductory chapter; the next few are where it gets interesting.

-blossom734