Darrin pulled his cap lower over his head to hide the horns protruding through his scraggly hair. He limped in his fake feet across the bustling streets of New York, through the light drizzle of rain. He could sense it, he was close. His satyr radar was going crazy. Either there was a whole group of half-bloods clustered together in one spot, or there was one extremely powerful demigod. Maybe the kid was a child of the Big Three, Darrin thought as he made a turn and arrived at a small private school.

Apparently, the classes had just ended, as middle school students were still pouring out of the building and onto the sidewalks. Darrin sent out his senses, and his head almost exploded with the feedback. There was a lot of power in the air. He craned his neck, trying to find the one.

Then he spotted him – a moderately tall, rather handsome boy of about twelve. He had short, dark brown hair and warm, golden eyes. That's him, thought Darrin. The demigod.

"Hey, you! Boy with gold-ish eyes!" Darrin called, reaching the boy. The boy turned, startled.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'll tell you, just come with me," Darrin replied, grabbing the boy's arm and leading him to a deserted side alley.

"What do you want?" said the boy warily.

"Look, man, I need to give you some important news. You may not believe me. But here it is: You're a half-blood. Demigod. Son of a mortal and an immortal."

The boy's eyes widened. "Yeah, right…"

"No, really," Darrin said, and took off his cap. "You see this horns? Yeah? I'm a satyr, half-human, half-goat. I'm here to lead you to a camp, a camp for people like you. You're not the only one."

"But –"

"The gods are real. So are all the so called 'myths' and the monsters. At this camp, we'll train you to defend yourself. You've got a really strong aura, too, so we'll train you to use your powers."

"Uh…" The boy seemed lost for words.

"Look, we'd better hurry, now that you're twelve, monsters are going to start hunting you. It's a miracle they haven't started chasing you yet, but your smell is really strong. We need to get you to camp, quick."

"But – my school, my parents – my education…" said the boy.

"Your mom knows all about this. Haven't you ever wondered who your father was? Anyways, school is second to surviving monster attacks. C'mon."

And Darrin grabbed the boy by the arm again, this time leading him to a completely new life.