((Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters or names in this story, all belong to Rick Riordan (Except Gary Lavertue & Alexandra Cohen) ))

I couldn't understand. No, more like believe. I couldn't believe a thing he was saying. Greek gods, myths, monsters, etc. they couldn't be real. Nevertheless, their ride was a flying chariot so that's point to them. But still. I was just going out of my house and these guys came down in a flying chariot. And one of them tells me to get in. I was like: "At least offer me candy."

"You have to come with us" One of them said. "If you don't come now, I'm not sure how much you will hold up"

"Wait, hold up?" I answered "Hold what or who?"

"Just, come on. Please man." The other answered. "Look, I don't know how you weren't found before, but things get bad out here."

Finally I agreed. "Fine, But give me 2 minutes to say goodbye."

"2 minutes"

I went inside my house just to say goodbye to my mum, and my sister. My mother only said. "I knew this day would come".

I stepped out of my house.

"Ready" I told them. And we were off in a flying chariot.

Now, normally, I wasn´t afraid of heights, or flying at all. But when you're in a flying chariot; it's a whole new experience. Every turn you feel like you'll fly out of the chariot, but after a while, you get used to it.

The two guys in front were talking some things like "I can't believe he has just been found." Or "Since Kronos, the oldest we've had was 13". I hadn't really paid much attention to their looks, but now. I took a close look at each of them. One of them was tall, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a smile that seemed he was about to say "You're punked! There're cameras there, there and there". And the other one… Was exactly the same, but a little bit taller.

"Do you have any idea of what's going on?" The tall one asked me

"No, I remember you said Greek gods and myths were real, no more." I answered

"Well, they are." He told me "And now you're all messed up in our world"

"What do you mean by "our world" "

"The world of half-bloods"

"Half bloods? Half what, half what?"

"Half human"

"Half god" the other one completed.

"You're telling me my old man's a god?"

"That's it"

I forced myself to think of something clever to ask, to prove this was a joke. But I was really shocked, because the best I could say was "Is it fun?"

Both of them laughed.

"Yeah, it's fun." The tall one answered "It's nothing to worry about. We only have around one hundred deaths a year."

I guess my face was awesome to look at because both of them laughed hysterically.

"Just kidding." The other one said "You'll be safe at camp"

I decided not to ask anything anymore. I wasn't in shape for dialogue.

Normally a flight from Toronto to New York was about 1 hour 20 minutes long. Or 7:40 hours by car, 50 hours in bicycle or 146 hours walking, according to Google maps. But a flying chariot made roughly 2 hours. That thing was damn fast.

We arrived to what Travis and Connor (I learnt their names on the way. And that they were brothers, and sons of Hermes) called Camp Half-Blood. And as soon as we arrived, a lot of people gathered around to watch… me.

"New comer!" Travis yelled and even more people came, it was like 100 people, they said they had a lot of downs lately but they were finding more people.

It was as if I was famous. People asked me. "Who's your parent?" or "How old are you?" or "Who are you?" I couldn't answer any of those questions, only that I was 15 years old.

Connor took me to a house, a big house; which was supposed to be like the headquarters from Camp. Later I found the house name was The Big House. (Really creative there). Connor took me to the porch were a middle aged guy with a beard and brown hair was sitting on his wheelchair.

"Well hello there" He said "You must be… Gerard?"

"Yes, or Gary" I answered a little frightened "Gary Lavertue"

"A pleasure to meet you Gary" he told me "My name is Chiron"

"Wow, like the guy in the myths"

He just stared at me. My brain started connecting information. Greek gods and myths were real, I was in a camp for half-bloods, aka heroes, and heroes were trained by…

"No! You can't be the same guy, he's like two thousand years old"

"Some might say I look under age"

"No joke."

He looked at me as if examining me trying to decide if I was good or not.

"Chiron" I said "Connor and Travis were saying that they couldn't believe I had just been found. What do they mean by that?"

"It's just that know a days, almost all of the campers come with less than 13 years. It's rare you hadn't been found by monsters at your… How old are you?"

"Fifteen"

"That's something really unusual, but maybe monsters don't roam Canada so much this days"

"Wait… monsters?" I asked worried

"Yes, they chase half-bloods, slay them if they can, that's why you were brought here"

"Well, thanks?"

"I guess so" He said "Do we know who your parent is?"

"Nah, not yet"

"You'll be claimed. Tonight… or tomorrow first hour. Now rest a little. Dinner's in one hour"

Connor guided me back to the Hermes cabin where he said I'll be until tomorrow when I knew who my parent was. He told me to pick a bed. I just took the one nearest to the door and slammed into the bunk. I felt asleep right away.

I woke up just for dinner time, with my hair all messed up, I got up and searched for a mirror, I couldn't find one. So I just used my reflection in the window. I stared into my own eyes, I remembered my sister who said that my eyes were like two stars and my hair like the night. So that's how I got nicknamed Nightsky by her. I fixed my hair a little and walked to the dinning pavilion.

When I got there I sat in the Hermes cabin. 5 minutes later I discovered Connor and Travis had been running bets on who was my father. Then I saw an empty platter and an empty goblet. I stared at it waiting for something.

"You gotta say what you want." Connor told me

"Cheese burger and lemon pop" I said to the plate. And sure enough; I had dinner

"Pop?" some guy asked

"He's Canadian" Connor told him.

"Ooh, give me back my money, Connor! You never told me that! We all know Mr. D hates Canada!" the guy told Connor

"Sorry, you placed your bet"

After the dinner was over, we all got up and as I was getting out of the dinning pavilion, I felt that someone was staring at me. But I was wrong, everyone was staring at me. Well, not at me, above me.

I looked up to see an electric blue lightning above me.