Chapter I. Meet the Awesome ME.
'My name is Vicky Joyce.
I am your typical kind of awesome half-blood. I totally rock.
Well, I am not so typical. You see, I am a half-blood half-blood. Meaning, both of my parents are demigods. I have two gods as my grandparents.
I know what you would say: That's cool! Having both of your parents sticking around to take care of you, at least you have a real family.'
But let me tell you this: it is NOT cool, at all!
See, my dad is a son of Apollo and my mother is a daughter of Morpheus. Spot any problem here? No? Let me give you a hint: Apollo and Morpheus just don't go together.
Apollo is the god of sun. The Apollo kids are energetic, singing all day about glories. They get up early and spend all day running around busy curing and shooting annoying little arrows. Yeah, I tell you these kids are crazy like that! But, to look on the bright side, the Apollo kids are good-looking (which I totally am).
Morpheus kids, however, are another story. All they do is sleep, and sleep, and then, sleep more. From time to time, they do stay conscious but that is when they are starved to death and have to look for food. All in all, kids of Morpheus have hard time not passing out.
And here my dad and mom come into picture. The nerve of them! To fall in love! I swear, camp half-blood even has a monument to remind the campers of their catastrophic relationship. They caused so much trouble when they were in the camp that Chiron had them permanently imprinted in his brain. Not a NICE memory, mind you, more like a nightmare. The first time Chiron saw me, I could almost see his head 'click' and figured out who I was. For a moment, in the background, I could literally hear Taylor Swift's 'I Know you were troubled when you walked in' was turned on. And Chiron nearly fainted in fear. And that says something about my fantastic parenthood.
Anyway, my parents fell for each other and terrible things are bound to follow. Their teenage hormones kick in and all they can think about is sex and there goes me. My friends,that, is what happen when adolescents do not receive enough education about PRECAUTION.
Life is a torture for me. I am torn between sleeping and not sleeping. All Apollo kids cannot sleep during the day and all Morpheus kids sleep like there is no tomorrow. As for me, I spent several days sleeping like a log, the I suddenly woke up and for the next few days, there was no waking up for me.
"Oh, that is so sweet!" My mother replies like the millionth time. She threw her arms around my dad affectionately. That is very impressive, considering that they do this on daily basis. My father (being the Apollo child he is) likes to compose poems about their days as the 'golden couple.'
' As I strode by the fountain,
She sleeps walked right into me.
And fell in love with the charming creäture I am,
In the middle of the camp.'
There you go.
Ladies and Gentlemen: another genius creation of my father.
I don't even have the heart to tell him that the lines do not rhyme. Not the slightest bit.
However, the good thing is, over the years, by listening to my father rambling, I have grown to know camp half blood like the back of my hand.
My parents decide to send me to camp half blood when I was eleven. My mom talked for hours about how dangerous being a hero can be and how I need training to survive Blablabla….. ＃¥％—＊
The truth is, I think my mother just send me away because she needs more time sleeping. Unlike me, she doesn't have the 'Apollo' problem. I think it takes an earthquake to wake her from her slumber. No, actually, scratch that. She will sleep right through it.
Suits me just fine. I am quite content to go to the camp. Don't get my wrong. My parents are a little weird. But I love my parents and everything. I mean they are hard-working and decent and they do care for me, a lot. (But I do hate them for the sleeping thing.)