Author's Note: Hello fellow demigod! Well, I've rewritten this chapter since I felt like it. It was missing some things. Anyway, hope you like it. Or not. Eh, just see for your self. . .

If you have chosen to read this, for reasons I will never know, may I warn you, that this story contains many things a mortal should never have to come across.

But since I am required to tell you this story (a punishment from my father), here's a little memoir I remember from my times at Camp- Half Blood. (I wasn't actually there in the beginning. Chiron filled me in.)

This is the tale of a Greek demigod named, Rhea Collins. In fact, she is the daughter of a powerful god. She just doesn't know it yet. She meets new people, goes on an exciting journey, and blah blah blah. No need to go into detail now. Anyway, here's your story. . .

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I wake up, sweaty and shaking, from my far from peaceful slumber. Gosh, I had those disturbing dreams again. I've been having dreams -more like nightmares- about people dying, suffering. The people shown are from the past and the present. I can feel them dying, it's so real. Then this man always appears, mouthing words I can't comprehend. Right there, I wake up, sweaty, with an erratic heart rate. I've been having those nightmares for a week now, but NO WAY was I telling anybody. Well, maybe except Elijah. He's my best friend. Okay back to my day. . .

I walked over to my bathroom, and did my usual "rituals". Which was brush my teeth, shower, and get dressed. I walked down my staircase and trudged over to the kitchen before anybody could notice me. It's 6:37, so I doubt my parents would even hear me yet. I grabbed a granola bar and water bottle, and ran to door with my backpack on my back when I heard a voice behind me, "Going somewhere Miss Collins?"

I groaned outwardly, "Uggh! Gosh! James, you almost scared me to death!"

"Hahaha. I've done it again! Why so early today?" whispers James, my butler, concerningly.

"Nothing. Just meeting up with Eli a little early. Don't tell Mom and Dad, 'kay?"

"But Miss Collins, that's the fifth time this week!" James is really old, like thirty-something, with black hair combed back like those "sophisticated" people, so it's pretty funny when he mock- scolds me.

"I know, but I gotta go! Sorry James. And for the last time, call me Rae!" I turn around and open the door to leave my huge, 'Beverly Hills Rich People Home'. I hate being called rich, especially since my parents are snobby and rhetorical. But, I already see Eli, my best friend in the world, waiting for me, arms crossed. He's the only one who actually knows me for me.

I smile, "Hey! You ready?"

"Of course! Rae, I've been waiting for ten minutes. What took you so long?" he asks impatiently, with his light brown hair falling into his eyes every now and then.

"Sorry, ran into James again," I say apologetically.

"Ah, anyway we have a final test for history today."

"Oh yeah! I'm soooo ready for that one," I reply, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Haha. Like you'll actually go. But seriously, you're failing almost every class now. You should step up your game before Mr. Stouts scolds you again," Eli unsuccessfully encourages me, as he crutches over to our fancy schmancy school.

"Since when did you care? Your not doing too good either. Plus I'm dyslexic, which doesn't exactly help out with English, and math, and science, and history," I list for the umpteenth time.

"Yeah, but at least TRY! Won't your parents send you to another school next year?" he argues, while I consider this.

"It's not anything new. I've been sent to a different school for years now. This won't make any difference. . ." I retort half-heartedly.

I've been actually liking these last two school years since I've met Eli. I came to Charles E. Franklin Academy for sixth grade, and now seventh. It's the last day of school, with my thirteenth birthday coming soon, so I've been pretty happy despite my nightmares.

"Hopefully you'll reach eighth grade. . ." Eli mutters, probably to himself but I could sense his sadness (long story).

"Wow, so much for the support," I say meaningly.

"No, no! It's just, well never mind. I can't tell you now. It's not the right time," he half whispers, half talks, looking intently into my weirdly-colored brown eyes.

"What do you mean!? You've been giving me that crap for days now! I need answers! You're supposed to be my 'best friend', but you don't tell me squat!" I yell at him, and notice that we're standing in front of our school already. Random kids look at me, but right after I shoot them a glare, they look away. Yeah, reputations can actually get you somewhere. I'm fuming now, and can feel a burning sensation creeping up to my cheeks. Gosh, I hate when that happens.

I notice Eli wince when I said that last line and immediately feel bad. "I'm sorry Rae. I just can't tell you. You're not ready yet." I could really feel sorriness coming off him.

I nod, though still pissed. I hate having arguments with Eli, but I somehow manage to make outbursts every now and then when everything kind of explodes out of me. He ALWAYS manages to stay calm, which drives me crazy.

"We should head to homeroom. The bell's about to ring," I say, trying to push away the little incident from seconds ago.

He nods, as he kinda limps over to our class. He has some weird leg disorder, so he uses forearm crutches to support him. I don't look at him any differently from a non-crutch-using person, but he definitely gets picked on. I manage to either hit the jerk(s) back with my hands/feet, or shoot some snarly remark, which make them back off. I may be a girl, but I know how to defend myself -and Eli.

We come by my homeroom -the only class I can survive- , and sit in my chair next to Eli. Mr. Starks, my teacher, announces loudly from his wheelchair, "Another day, another nickel! Come on in for some Greek history tidbits, students!"

Some kid in to back yells, "Mythology, not history!"

"Ah, but the contrary Michael. For the gods would be very angry with you." He's very preppy and optimistic despite all our behavior. My school is for kids with disorders. I have dyslexia, ADHD, and schizophrenia. Pretty unfortunate, but the schiz comes and goes, so it's not as serious as you think. Eli just has the leg disorder and ADHD, but I've seen him run pretty fast on hamburger days at the cafeteria. Yup, Elijah LOVES food. He'll literally eat anything you give him.

"Today, we'll talk about the great hero, Jason, who retrieved the Golden Fleece in ancient Greek times. His father, Aeson, was the. . ." Mr. Starks rambled on about the "great heroes of Olympus". I mostly zone out while I day dream of something completely off topic. In my defense, having attention deficit disorder could really do that to a person.

I was disturbed from my great thought about how zombies die when the get shot, since they're already dead, when to my surprise, Mr. Starks calls my name, "Miss Collins, who exactly was that?" I hate being called "Miss Collins", too formal.

"Oh, um, could you repeat the question?" I say stupidly.

"Who threw Aeson into the dungeons of Iolcus?"

"Er, Pelias?" I say, though I have no idea how I knew that. I just amaze myself sometimes.

I saw a little twinkle in his eye, "Yes, Rhea. And why did he do that exactly?"

"Because he was power-hungry. He became paranoid with being overthrown, so he locked Aeson in a dungeon. Only to have Jason being born and later retrieved the Golden Fleece," I shut my mouth in utter shock. Those words just flew out of me, as if I knew it by heart. I knew Jason was some great hero, but never paid attention to the details.

"Very good Miss Collins," he said proudly. Eli nudged me and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled, for I had actually done something right so far. If only this was an actual class, I wouldn't fail and ditch every other subject.

The bell rang, signaling us to go to period one. "Rhea, can I see you for a moment?" Eli told me he would see me in math, since we have every period together.

"Sure Mr. Starks. What's up?" I say walking over to him.

"Do you remember anything from my previous classes? About the Olympians and the Titans?" he asks seriously. I analyzed his features for a moment. His black beard and mustache looked trimmed today, while his long curly dark brown hair was combed instead of knotted up like normal. Good for him. I sensed worry from him, but tried to ignore it.

Although I was confused, I nodded, not sure where he was going with this. " Then who are the 12 Olympians?" he asked.

"Um, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Demeter, Hera, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, and Ares." I replied so easily, it was like saying the ABC's, except in random order.

"And the twelve first generation Titans?"

"They were Oceanus, Hyperion, Coeus, Kronos, Crius, Iapetus, Mnemosyne, Tethys, Theia, Phoebe, Rhea, and Themis. Not to be rude Mr. S, but what does this have to do with anything?" I asked, still puzzled by my knowledge and his questions.

"You must know your background Rhea. But Elijah was right, you're still not ready," his eyes look saddened, but I didn't even have to look at him to know he felt a twinge of happiness at the same time. Okay, now I'm angry.

"First Eli, now you! You guys tell me something and don't give me any details about it whatsoever! What's the point of doing that anyway if you won't even tell me! Gosh. And what do you mean my 'background'?! They're not real! Their what people back in the ignorant times used to believe! But guess what mister-" I was cut off mid-sentence when I noticed that he didn't even flinch once at my outburst.

"You must trust me Rae. Now is not the time to explain. Once you're ready, you'll know." Okaaayyyy. What the heck did that mean anyway? It's not the time? I'm not ready? Ready for what?!

I stormed out of the room to the patches of trees near the cafeteria where I always go when I ditch and need to think. I sat there, leaning against a trunk, confused as ever. I had high hopes for today, but was bombarded by even more questions that before. My parents don't even bother to notice me, my best friend is keeping something from me, my favorite teacher is a total nutcase, and I'm stuck here. Doing nothing. I'm some rich kid that could have everything I ever wanted that money could buy. I understood that other kids would kill to be in my place right now, and I got how fortunate I was, but I knew that these were things money couldn't buy. I couldn't buy acceptance, I'm just a total outcast. I'm alone. I'm nothing.

Just then, I heard a loud hiss come from behind me. Immediately I stand up and whirl around to come face to face with a 4 foot green spiky snake looking at me. And it didn't seem too happy to see me here.

I did the thing every normal kid would do, I screamed.

"Help! Aaahhh! Help!" I broke off a branch from rotten tree and attempted to whack it on the head. It only got mad as I ran away screaming constantly.

"Fýgete! Xefýgoume téras!" I heard a familiar voice call out. I turn to the voice and see Mr. Starks throwing green fire at it from his wheelchair. The fire helps a little, but it still attempts to chomp at me. I miraculously dodge the spikes and fire it shoots at me. I see Mr. Stark pull out a bow and arrows, consistently puncturing the snake. Where the heck did he even get that?!

Then he pulls out some animals from his pouch. I squint as I hear little squeals charging towards the thick snakes. Holy crap, they're weasels. The basilisk starts to flee, as Mr. Starks throws me a bronze knife that I catch with amazing accuracy. Although it feels off balanced in my hand, I still continuously strike at the vicious serpent.

Finally, I take a lucky slash at the snake, and it hisses as a last cry. It burst into golden powder just when it was about to finally touch me. I'm still left with multiple scratches and burns, and probably bruises that I would feel in the morning, but I do my best to ignore the pain.

I look at the ground, and the green grass is now a sickening yellow brown. It was poisoned, and I almost touched it!

"What the HECK was that thing!? It just tried to kill me! I don't even know how to fight! What just happened!?" I scream at Mr. Starks.

I'm in so much shock, I can't process what occurred a few seconds ago. I just stare at Mr. Starks like an idiot, waiting for an answer when Eli comes running. Without his crutches. And instead of his sneakers, are hooves. His legs are replaced with a brown hairy pair of goat legs. Holy crap, he's a satyr from those myths. My best friend is a satyr. "We need to get her to camp. Now," says Eli sternly and a little shaken up.

"Indeed. It's not safe for her here. Come on Rhea, let's get moving," Mr. Starks finally replies. Elijah grabs me and we head out through the woods.

Suddenly, I remember what I'm forgetting. "Wait! I need to get something!"

They both just stare at me. "Rae! Are you CRAZY! We need to leave, NOW." Eli shakes me a little at the shoulders.

"Where are you taking me anyway?! I need to get to my house if we're gonna leave! Come on!" I grab Elijah and sprint in the direction of my home that I know all too well.

We get there in about two minutes despite his complaints. I completely forgot about Mr. Starks as I opened my door and run up to my room. I rummaged through my closet looking for my "essentials bag" that I kept just in case I decided to run away. Now seemed like the time to get it.

I ran back down before either of my parents or James could stop me. "Where are you taking me anyway?!" I yell at Eli as we head back to the woods.

"Somewhere we can keep you safe. I'll explain everything later! Now come on!" he yells back at me.

We head back to see Mr. Stark standing next to two winged horses. Yes, standing. Somehow he's ditched his wheelchair and has the top half looking like a normal human, and from the waist down, he's a brown stallion. I have to tilt my head UP just to look him in the eye. He's a freaking centaur. And right next to him are horses with huge wings. Or pegaseses. Pegasi? Whatever. You get me. "Get on now!"

"What about you, Darius?!" yells Eli. Darius?

"I will meet with you soon, now go!" I notice he's lost that peppiness in his tone.

Reluctantly, I hop on top of a brown and black pegasus, still in disbelief, still trying to comprehend what just happened. Eli hopped on the white one. "Let's go to Camp-Half Blood!"

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