As I develop as a writer, I tend to rewrite stories, but this is the last time. So, one last shot at this. I present the return of Ryo! Enjoy the first chapter.
Alright, you know how this goes. I say, 'I'm a demigod; don't read this, blah, blah, blah'. But, see, I don't feel like doing that, so I'm just going to tell you the story of how I came to terms with… eh, I won't spoil the ending for you.
It started four years ago when I was chasing me. You might think me stupid or crazy, but I was chasing myself. Or rather, an evil… clone… THING… was chasing me. Same old thing with evil clones. RAAAH! I WANT TO KILL YOU! That sort of stuff. Well, I didn't agree with him, so I ran away. And this, little kiddies gathered around your… whatever you're reading this on, I guess… is where our story begins!
Prologue or whatever it's called
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at the clone chasing me.
"No! Let me kill you!" the clone replied.
"You are persistent!" I said. The clone just panted along behind me. It was a calm night in Long Island, New York. I was… what, 11? No, 10. I was 10 years old, and 10 feet ahead of myself. My clone. This is going to be hard to write about in the sequel. Don't worry until then. I'm off track, aren't I? Back to the story.
So, the stupid clone was chasing me from my burnt house. My house had burnt down because I MIGHT'VE set it on fire while my mother was trapped inside. Don't worry, I don't think this will haunt me at all. (Totally being sarcastic, by the way.) My convenient twin brother fled after looking at me, like, oh, god. Off track again? Sorry.
"GO AWAAAAAY!" I whined as I ran.
"Stop runniiiiiing!" the clone replied. I saw a hill in the distance, but I'd never make it. Why did I want to make it there? Well, it was Camp Half-Blood of course! I didn't know that then, but whatever. I turned to face myself. Dang, I keep getting confused.
"Okay, fine! Uh… come and get it?" I said that as a question. I was scared, sue me.
"Time… time to…" the clone was out of breath, so we caught our breath. Then I made a mad dash for the hill.
"Dang it!" the clone yelled.
So, to cut it short, I made it, saw the tree, ran over the hill, and ran all the way to the Big House. Chiron, a centaur, showed me some sort of video to introduce me to the idea that Greek gods and goddesses and monsters were all real and alive. Well, I sucked at everything then, so I decided to focus on one thing, and get REALLY good at it, so I can beat someone at stuff. I picked up a sword, and got to work as soon as I was able to.
