Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO, only this story and the characters I've created.
Hey guys, this is the first story I've ever published and I've worked VERY hard on this. I have a lot more already finished but I wanted to see what people thought before I uploaded everything else. I hope all my work didn't go to waste and that you enjoy this. :)
Hello, my name is Alex Daniels. I'm fifteen years old. Before I get to the story I thought I should tell you a little about myself. I'm about five-foot-eleven, I have short sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. I have somewhat of an athletic build, I'm not buff but I'm not skinny or fat either. Oh, and... I'm an orphan. One day my dad said he had to leave on an emergency business trip and he'd be back in three or four days. He never returned home. After five days without word from him my mom called the police. They filed a missing persons report and sent search parties and put up posters and all the usual stuff. After a couple days they discovered the plane he was supposedly on had never landed. Air traffic control lost contact with the pilots somewhere over the pacific. After two whole months of searching no evidence of a crash was discovered. Eventually it was blamed on a freak electric storm passing through the area and they declared everyone onboard deceased. That was eleven years ago.
My mother never got over his death. Deep down inside I suspected she believed he was still out there somewhere. Maybe on an island with other survivors. I highly doubted that. She became obsessed with finding out what happened to him. One day she came home all excited spouting what seemed to be random gibberish. If only I had known what I know now. She called my babysitter and as soon as she pulled into the driveway my mom left. She was gone for maybe four or five hours. That's when we got the call. My babysitter told me to get dressed and I knew something was wrong. They had found her on the side of the road passed out with huge gashes in her chest. By the time we got to the hospital we... it... it was too late. (Sorry I'm getting a little choked up here) She was gone, I... I watched her die. I, she died in my arms. I was five back then, and it still hurts. I live with my uncle Gary now. How 'bout we talk about something else, huh?
So, I have pretty bad ADHD and I get in trouble for it a lot. Like in fifth grade when I first met my teacher I thought "Dang, he's uglier than my dog!" What I didn't realize was that I actually said it out loud. Then when my uncle finally let me pack my own lunch, let's just say that was not a good idea. When he came home he was missing a six pack of soda and an entire bag of Kit-Kats and he found me passed out on the sofa. I'm really good at archery and I've won quite a few medals. I once hit a bulls-eye from twenty yards away hanging upside-down from a tree. No big deal or anything. Now because of my ADHD I play a lot of video games and sometimes I use language I'm not supposed to when I keep getting stuck in this one level in a game called Eye of the Scorpion. My uncle doesn't mind though, he just laughs at me.
I go to Dally's Academy for Troubled Youth. It's this big, fancy boarding school for kids with problems like me. It would actually be a really cool school if it wasn't for all the jerks there. But there's one who stands out. Bert, the school bully. He has a huge band of followers that all think they're cool because they can win a fight when its ten against one or two. Personally, I have no idea how they can stay around him so long, he smells like a gas station bathroom next to a sewer. I don't think the kid has showered in months. He seems to get a kick out of grabbing me and my best friend Darrin and putting us in headlocks where we're forced to smell his pits. Usually he holds us there until we pass out, which only takes about 4 seconds.
I'm used to being bullied and humiliated by him and his crew but one day he took it way too far. I was practicing my archery and I hear a voice call my name. Sure enough there's, fat, smelly Bert and his band of "cool kids." I was ignoring them and then he made a joke about my mother. I resisted the intense urge to kill him, and I imagined me turning around and shooting him with my bow right then and there, and that calmed me down somewhat until I heard a scream. I turned around and there was an arrow in his foot. Obviously I got in trouble. By trouble I mean no leaving my dorm after school, no TV, and no video games for three weeks. Detention every Saturday for two months, and no fun games in class. Every week we have a game day, since most of us were ADD or ADHD they gave us a break where all our lessons were made into games, which sometimes were actually fun. I got to sit through 6 of 'em. While they're playing around having fun, I get to do workbook pages. Hurray! I wasn't expelled because technically it was his fault, he was standing in the archery range during practice. Plus, my uncle paid a little extra to keep me there.
Practically the only thing I look forward to is seeing my uncle again after spending most of the year at school. Uncle Gary's the best guardian anyone can ever ask for. He always wears a warm, inviting smile that makes you feel safe. He never yells at me either, he just calmly explains what I did wrong, he's awesome! The only time I've ever seen him without that smile is when we told him his sister, my mom, had died. He's a handsome guy with salt and pepper like hair. He says the gray ones are from stress, I just think he's old. He has a neatly trimmed beard, tanned skin and brown eyes. He also has this awesome collection of Greek things like armor pieces, swords and all this cool stuff. He also tells me stories from those times and I really enjoy listening to them. He's the best and pretty much the only thing I truly love other than my dog Brian.
My best friend Darrin Caster has no parents but he has an awesome caretaker who has piercing green eyes like him. He's got a military buzz cut and a five o' clock shadow. He's really cool and invites me over a lot but I prefer to spend most of my time with uncle Gary. Darrin's got somewhat of a Mohawk, it's called a fro-hawk I think, and is a little shorter than me, but he's quite a lot stronger. He's a wrestler and also does track & field. Well, there's the long, boring part so let's get to the story now shall we?
It all started about a year ago when I was in my dorm playing video games and there was a knock on the door, I expected it to be Darrin but when I opened it there was no one there, instead there was a small envelope on the floor. It was dark red with this weird sickly sweet smell to it. Was that, blood ? There was no address, no return name, just a plain red envelope. Inside was a small note with only four words scrawled across the paper:
Watch your back, Demigod.
That's it. So, what do you guys think? Please review and leave your opinions. If you want to see more please say so. If enough people like it I will happily upload more.