Hey, I'm Reyna, and as much as I would love a proper introduction, I just don't have the time, since I'm a half blood, A.K.A being chased by a hungry Cyclops. I ducked into a back alley and flattened myself to the wall, waiting for the Cyclops to thunder by. He didn't. Instead, a voice called out "Hey, that you Perce?" I jumped, causing the Cyclops to swivel in my direction and a couple drivers to swerve onto the sidewalk, honking in annoyance. I turned around furiously, only to find I was centimeters away from a skinny Hispanic boy with wild black hair and maniacal brown eyes so dark they were almost black. Mortals shouldn't be involved in this. I stepped back, feeling uncomfortable. The boy looked up at the smug cyclops, and gulped. "Gotta go!" He yelped, and ran down the alley. I had no choice but to follow him.
I dashed into a dead end and quickly drew my dagger, deciding I might as well make a last stand with this boy. The boy grinned, and drew some screw drivers and a slingshot from a innocent looking tool belt. Magic. The boy screamed "BUNGEE!" And launched the screwdrivers, flaming in mid air and bouncing harmlessly off. The Cyclops started laughing, and I closed my eyes, remembering cyclops were immune to fire. That's when the screwdriver expanded into full size automatons. He dragged me to the far end and pushed aside a trash can, revealing a hole. He jumped into the hole, pulling me down with him. I landed on top of him, and winced. He got up, and dusted his pants. "So." He said. "You a demigod?" I nodded numbly, and he grinned. "Cool. So, my name's Leo, also known as the Awesome Champ of Ay-roe-es." My brain clicked, and the translation appeared in my head. Heroes... "So, what's your name?"Leo asked. "Jennifer." I decided to give Leo a fake name, just in case. Leo whistled. "You sure don't look like a Jennifer. Here, I'll show you in. We're always welcome to new recruits." Recruits? He dragged me towards a side in the pit and dusted it off. "Aw, come on, Thyra, I'm not in the mood today." Suddenly, a rather feminine stone face sprang to life making me start. "Who's she?" It demanded rather sourly. "None of your beeswax," Leo replied, and the slab of stone moved aside reluctantly, revealing a tunnel. I followed him in, wondering what kind of mess I had gotten myself into. The door, or Thrya, slammed shut behind me. Too late to worry if Leo was mental.
