Chapter 1
The greatest part about being born great is the great things you do when you are born. But that's also the problem. If you do too many great things at once, you would soon run out of things to do. Also, people get jealous and would try to ruin your life. Well, that's probably what had happened to me as far as I can remember. You see, I only have a few memories, which were carefully handpicked by my enemies. They never wanted me to know my true identity again.
One of the memories I had was one of my last. I was in the hall of Olympians. Zeus and the other gods had gone to fight giants. Other minor gods were sent to fight the Kraken. I was running towards the main hall. I can't remember why.
Then all of a sudden, I am moving through a portal, I don't know who had created it, but I was moving at very high speeds. When I was out from the other end of the portal, I crashed into someone. I was knocked out cold. That was the whole memory. That was one of my only memories.
The sun was shining in my eyes. I peered out through the window. It was summer. I looked back at my room and sighed. There was a clutter of books on the righthand side of my oak wood table. The marble floor had stains near the television, most probably caused by the Dr. Peppers I drank the night before. I knew a few minutes later, Grover would burst in through my door and scream "Wakey-wakey". However, he would have found I was already out of bed and heading downstairs for breakfast.
Grover was our house bachelor. Sometimes, because Mom and Dad are busy, he sends me to school. I also have an annoying sister named May. Her face was full of freckles and she was a treacle-brown hair. In fact, my whole family has brown hair – except me, of course. I was a blonde. Mom said that she had found me one day outside our door. I was covered in a towel and I was drenched. She told me I had most likely slept outside the door that night. Seeing me all dirty and homeless, she took me in.
All I could remember back then was that my name was Corrie Lattenice and that I had a home. I just didn't know where 'home' was. That morning, I had eaten my first bowl of Rice Krispies. They didn't have those back at home. I was lonely and cold. May didn't make things any better. Although I stayed in the Lattenice home, I knew I was still an outcast.
When I was twelve, I tried sneaking out of the house. Lo and behold, Grover caught me. That night, I found out more about Grover than the Lattenice family had known this past few years. "I'm supposed to be your protector," Grover spouted out. Back then, I felt like laughing but I knew that would wake the family. He continued, "You're in danger, Corrie." This time, from the tone of Grover's voice, I sensed how grave the situation was.
Throughout the night, I was kept awake, listening to Grover's stories and his rules. He talked about his friend, Percy. He talked about his girlfriend and how he wore a wedding dress. He talked about how his friend saved the world thrice. And most important of all, how this angel turned into a demon. At the end of it all, Grover sniffed.
I tried to cheer him up by saying, "You must have been really close to this angel." Grover laughed a bit and replied, "Yeah, I was." Subsequently, he slapped my back and murmured, "Wakey wakey." It was morning.