Hello! This will be my first FanFic., so any suggestions on what I should do with the story will be most appreciated! Most of R.R.'s characters won't be in the story, and later, you'll know why. Thank you!

I do not own anything of Rick Riordans

Chapter 1: When Chickens Fly

Let me just start out saying this: I have the worst luck ever. I hade it made until the discovery of being a half-blood. I was living in a decent house with my mom and had a decent life until the chicken/horse whatever it was scared that life away. I should probably start there with my story…

I'm Don Sharp. I'm fourteen years old with a mini afro. I was born in Florida and lived there for three months, then moved to California. I had a… dangerous childhood. Once, as a birthday present when I was three, I got a toy snake. How I ended up with a snake with faces at the end of each side, I have no idea. Then years later, around eight years old, our neighbors moved in. But when I told everybody they had one eye instead of two, they didn't believe me. They moved out a year later, but it was scary when I heard them at night. When I told mom about the noises I heard a night, she said I was dreaming. I was usually very nervous of everything until I met my best friend, Josh Green.

My friend Josh and I met during sixth grade, about three years ago. We became buddies almost the moment we met, due to the fact that we were the only ones in the school we went to with ADHD. He was my age with brown, wavy hair and a "cute face" the girls say. He would look like someone you would expect to be in action movies doing dangerous stunts. I found this funny because he rarely gets injured, and when he does, it heals like twice as fast as mine. Plus, he plans to be a doctor when he grows up, and he was good at it, too. Heck, I once broke my leg playing basketball, and in five minutes, the pain went away like it never even happened.

So there we were, at a park relaxing. I was practicing archery (which I'm very good at, by the way), and Josh was sitting under a tree, reading a book on symptoms and diseases. I had a target set up about fifty meters away shooting arrows. A week ago, this was a challenge to me, but now, I was nailing a bull's eye with every shot. I was also listening to my iPod at the time. Usually, I do better with everything listening to my music: athletics, focusing, thinking, you name it. I can stand about pretty much anything except classical. Classical music will make me wish I was never born, so if I have a hate face while I'm at a retirement home, it's not that I hate old people.

Once I emptied my quiver for the fourth time, I went over to Josh and sat down with him. "So," I asked, "learning anything interesting?"

He traced his finger from where he was in his book to the page number, and then closed the book. "Useful stuff? Yes. Interesting stuff? No."

He stood up and stretched for a little bit while looking at the target. "Nice shooting."

"Nah, that was nothing," I said. If there was more space, it would have been a more beneficial practice."

We were alone at the park. It had about half a football field of grass with a basket ball court and a play ground. It was a nice, summer day, no clouds in the sky, birds chirping, and about ninety-four degrees. As Josh was doing his stretch, he turned and looked at me. "How can you stand wearing those?" he asked, and I looked down. I was wearing blue jeans with a yellow t-shirt with a black unzipped sweater. "I like what I'm wearing," I responded. "Is it a crime to wear these?"

"No, it's just you're wearing clothes that make you look like you're hot," he said.

"Oh, why thank you," I replied.

"No, that's not what I meant," Josh recovered. "I'll revise: aren't you getting dehydrated in that or anything? It's like a hundred degrees out here!"

"Ninety-four," I corrected, "and no, I'm not feeling fine."

"How would you know that, Mr. Thermometer?" he asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. To me, it's like I've been in every temperature there is and I know it somehow. Besides, why are you wearing those clothes for reading?"

He was wearing a classic Pac-man shirt with gym shorts. "I didn't pick these clothes just to read, but of the heat," he said.

"But…," I encouraged, doing a go on gesture with my hands.

He could've proved me wrong if he kept going, but he shook his head. "Fine, man. But when you do something weird, I'm going to remind you that heat makes you do crazy things and after that, you're on your own." he said at last, "but if you insist, point taken." He finished his stretching and looked the target again. "Are you done with your practice?" he asked.

"No," I replied as I got up. I jogged over to the target and plucked the arrows out of the target. I had twelve arrows. I would have had more, but my quiver didn't carry a lot. I would also sometimes have less because I would also use it to put other random stuff in it. I jogged back to were Josh was standing. When I got back, I saw Josh putting his book in his backpack. "Whoa," I said. "Are we going somewhere?"

"I'm just going to watch you for a bit," he replied. He zipped up the backpack and stood next to me.

I didn't mind. I wasn't a bragger or anything, but it did feel good to show someone my skills. I notched an arrow, aimed, and then let it rip. I wasn't suppressed when I got a bull's eye again for the forty-ninth time in a row. I turned my head to see Josh's face. There was no expression, like this wasn't a surprise to him.

"Sick," he admitted, "but it looks like that's already a piece of cake to you. Tried hitting a moving target?"

"What?" I asked as I took out one earplug just to make sure I heard him clearly, "are you going to hold up a target and go from left to right or something?"

He sighed and faced palmed. Then slid his hand down his face. What will I do with this boy? His face seemed to say. "No, I mean like a bird or something. What's the main point of knowing how to arch if you can't even hit a moving target?"

I thought about it, and it seemed like a good idea to me. I turned to the farthest tree were I saw it had a bird in it. I notched an arrow and aimed. Then I shouted "Hey!"

Multiple birds flew from the branches towards another tree on the opposite side of the grass field, but I only had my eye on one. Once I was sure I knew where it would go, I planned accordingly and shot. The bird must have seen it coming or had a lot of luck, because it swooped down just enough to avoid the arrow. The arrow whizzed past the bird, and hit another one, which apparently didn't see it coming and had no luck. A bird went down as the others flew to some trees on the other side of the field.

"Well," I said, "I hit a bird, but I didn't hit the bird. It was probably because I had my earplug hanging."

I grabbed my earplug and put them into my ear. Josh was looking around, until he looked up and pointed, saying, "hit that."

I looked up to see what he was pointing at. In the sky, way above and in front of us, was a silhouette of a huge bird. It looked like a vulture, but… oddly different. I notched another arrow and shot up. The arrow flew and hit the bird, from what seemed like the wing or the breast. First, it started to flap wildly, and then plummeted towards us.

As the bird dropped, it became clearer and was easier to make out. At first, I thought it was a very fat vulture who was somehow defying the law of gravity with its tiny wings. Then it looked more of a …horse. I turned to Josh to make sure if I was starring into the song too long, but his was telling me otherwise.

"Umm, run?" I asked nervously?

He nodded, and we bolted. The horse, vulture, crashed into the field and plowed right threw the dirt. It went twelve to fourteen meters, the stopped. Josh and I peeked over our cover- a bench at the time- and looked at the thing. From our view, all we can mostly see was dirt, but we can also see the things head. It was a horse's head. I got off from the bench and tip-toed closer to the thing. As we past the pile of dirt, we saw the thing better.

It was definitely a horse alright, but it had chicken and vulture parts. The front part of the body was all horse, but it had the hind legs and a tail of a chicken. To make it even look stranger, it had wings of a vulture. I was wondering if a scientist was doing an experiment with barn animals and went wrong when a vulture came in.

"Jeez," I told Josh, "you'd think they would do experiments in a laboratory where they wouldn't fly away."

He didn't hear me. Instead, he went up to it and touched it. It didn't move. It was clear the horse was knocked out. The arrow I shot it with was in its left wing straight threw, so I knew this thing wasn't going anywhere. I looked around the park again; making sure nobody was secretly putting this on YouTube.

Josh took out his phone and started dialing. "Who are you calling?" I asked.

"The pound. They ought to know what to do with it."

"Of course, they would obviously take a horse to a pound with dogs. They probably want to look like horses too, in their own way."

Josh kept ignoring me and kept calling until someone picked up.

"Hello? Yeah, I'd like to call about a horse… yeah, I guess you can say he's weird looking…"

I tuned out, looking around me again. I didn't know why, but I had a chill down my back. Nobody was still at the park.

I was getting a little creeped out, so I took out my phone and called mom. She told me only to call anytime if it was life and death. It wasn't exactly that, but I was sure she would let this one slide. The phone on the other side rung once or twice, but she picked up:"Hello?"

"Mom?" I asked, almost panic in my voice.

"Don?" she asked back with a worry tone. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, o.k., listen. Can you pick Josh and I up from the park? We're getting kind of creeped out."

I looked around my surroundings once again with that same chill. Nothing changed, except two black dogs sniffing the air. They were pretty far off, but I could tell they smelled something. They probably smelled the horse with chicken in it. I motioned to Josh to start walking as he was on the phone away from the horse.

"Why, what's happened?" my mom asked. I could hear rustling in the back, so I could tell she was probably getting her keys.

"Well, uh, this is something you kind of have to see to believe," I replied. I turned around to look to see if the dogs were enjoying the free meal I have given them. Instead, they strolled completely past the horse. Their noses were to the ground were we were, and it came to me they were following us. I started to pick up the pace a little further. "O.k., thanks mom!" I said and hung up, without waiting for a reply. I turned to Josh just as he hung up.

"Readjust my glasses," he grumbled. "I don't even have any. I should have said close your windows." He put his phone in his pocket and turned towards me. "So mind telling my why we're almost jogging?"

I turned around to point to where I thought the dogs were at, but they were way closer. They were running now, and I got a better view of them when I saw them. First off, their tails were on fire. Second, they had like red Mohawks down the back side of their body, ending at their tail. Their teeth were vicious and sharp looking, just like their nails.

I didn't turn around to admire or pet the dogs. Instead, I bolted, and Josh did the same.

I ran as fast as I could, Josh a little faster than me. We turned a little bit and ran towards our stuff. Thankfully, out of habit, I was still caring my bow on me. I took an arrow and notched it, aiming at the closest dog near me. That was hard to tell, because they were both eight meters away. I shot my arrow. It hit one of the dogs in the leg and it tumbled. Then I ran like no tomorrow.

Unfortunately, the world didn't understand that wasn't a literal meaning. It leaped on me, nails digging into my back. I hit the ground, stomach first, so the air was knocked right out of me. Just when I was thinking my day couldn't get any worse, the world proved me wrong again. It drove its nails in my back a little more, and ripped across it. Pain exploded on my back, and I yelled for it. My jacket and shirt ripped of with the dogs claws.

Luckily, and the first I had any today, Josh came with his backpack and hit the dog off me. I didn't know what was my back was like, but my sight began to fade, so I knew it was bad. My vision was growing dimmer by the second, but I tried to hold on.

It stumbled back, growled irritated, and jumped towards Josh. He swung his backpack again and I heard a long CLANG as it hit the dogs head. The dog fell on his side fazed. Josh went up to it and started kicking it like you do to stuff in cartoons where stuff doesn't work, but the kick turns it on.

As he was knocking out the dog silly, I saw that the other dog started to get up. I did my best in as much pain as I was to alert Josh, but I could barely move at all. Then I saw my mom's car come up. She got out of the car with a… shiny knife.

But from there the pain was too much. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I passed out.

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