Honestly would a successful writer rewrite his own story? No. So if anyone thinks I'm Rick Riordan you're crazy.
My Character:
Name-Dustin Aeros
Height-5'8"
Age-13
Hair color/style-ruffled looking gray hair
Eye color-the color of mist but they have been know to turn electric blue
Skin color-lightly tan
Interests-rock music (like AC/DC, Van Halen, and Led Zeppelin), climbing without equipment, playing cards, meeting new people, having fun.
Problems-a mild case of Dyslexia and ADHD
Hi, I'm Dustin Aeros weird thing started to happen to me when I was 4 and a large snake was found in my bed. It was dead and in my arms the next morning. From the weird people began to follow me home and my mom got worried. When I got older I heard her mentioning a camp to a person on the phone but I didn't care. I was usually to busy playing cards, climbing on our backyard playground or playing games with friends. Things didn't get significant until I was 12 when I and my mom went to St. Louis for a weekend visit to my grandparents' house.
An explosion at the top of the Arch blew a hole at least 10 feet across into it. Then I saw a boy jump from the top into the river. He should have died in an instant, but after a few minutes underwater he walked out of the river, dry. It was weird to say the least, so as the crowd got bigger I slipped away from my mom and grandparents to follow the kid. Just before he disappeared I saw him meet up with a blonde girl and another boy that walked funny. I went back to my mom before she got too worried and never mentioned the incident.
The next year I saw the same kid at my new school, Meriwether College Prep. I managed to pay attention to his conversations long enough to catch his name: Percy Jackson. And he always seemed to walk around with this kid that was way to big for our grade. But only did something interesting happen at the end of the year. It was dodge ball day and there were even more people on the other side than usual, not that I even tried to play I just did what the name suggests: dodge. No one ever hit me but that day the new weird kids turned into 8 foot tall giants.
This made the game more interesting especially considering that the giants used flaming balls that exploded on contact. Then Percy's friend, Tyson, caught 2 of them and threw them back at the giants, causing them to burst into flames and disappear. It all happened too fast and soon there were no giants left and Percy, along with Tyson, was running out of a huge hole in the wall. Being tired of missing all the fun I chased the two as cops and the principal broke into the gym.
I caught up to them as they met up with that blonde girl from the time I saw Percy in St. Louis. I tapped her on the shoulder and all of them turned around to look at me. "Who are you?" the girl asked
"Dustin," I replied "and who are you?"
"Smell funny" Tyson said out of nowhere. And at those few words Percy pulled out a pen that he uncapped and it turned into a sword with its tip pointed at me.
"WOWOWO! No need to pull a sword on me! I can be trusted with whatever is going on!" I said in defense. But they were not convinced.
"How do we know we can trust you?" the blonde girl asked.
"Could you at least tell me who you are first so I know who I am directing my answer to?"
"Annabeth" she replied.
"Well, Annabeth, you can trust me because I won't tell anyone what's going on and because I can do this" I finished and grabbed Percy's sword the flat way and pulled it while twisting. I had him off balance and the sword in my hand in under a second. They were just as quickly ready to fight me but I stuck the sword into the ground. "Oh and I can see that Tyson is a Cyclops, the sword was riptide and those kids at the gym were giants" I said. At the Cyclops comment Percy looked surprised at Tyson.
"Laistrygonians actually" the blonde girl corrected "a giant race of cannibals otherwise known as Canadians." And I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Fine we can trust you" Percy concluded as he capped his pen.
"We don't have much time we have to get to camp" Annabeth said throwing a golden coin into the street, literally into the street.
"Camp?" I asked them.
"We don't have time to explain" Annabeth said "we will take you along because you seem to have some form of magic about you." And as she finished a car came out of the road and was driven by 3 old ladies that were mad about Tyson going but with a bribe they allowed it and with those three in the back I was condemned to the trunk. Since I had nothing to do and couldn't see what was going on I managed to pull out my favorite deck of cards and play with them.
In no time we were there and I was out of the trunk and looking up a hill at 2 golden bulls attacking several armored kids around a dead tree. It wasn't the weirdest thing I had ever seen. I ran up to the aid of the kids but when I got close to the bulls I came in contact with a wave of intense heat.
And then a bull turned toward me. It dug it's hooves into the ground and charged. I ran from it but then I felt something in my hand and found I was holding a weird looking bow and arrow. But what was weird about it was that the arrow seemed fused to the string and it glowed blue. I found it worth a shot, literally, and turned around. I pulled the string back; I had always been good with a bow and arrow, aimed and released the string. The arrow didn't actually go anywhere but a bright shot of lightning did. As soon as the lightning hit the bull there was a loud crack of thunder and when I saw what the shot did my mouth fell agape.
Now the bull was made of solid bronze, nearly, but my bolt went through the front and came out the back leaving a 3-foot wide hole through the whole body. I found that my body felt heavier than usual and I fell to one knee while everyone else dealt with the other bull and Tyson finished it with a single punch to the nose. I fell to the ground and passed out as the other bull was defeated.
I woke up in a bed surrounded by the sad faces of Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson who said, "Pony gone!" and started crying.
"What does he mean?" I asked the other two who were trying to calm Tyson down.
"Our dear friend…Chiron, is gone." Percy said as Annabeth began to cry a little too. And with that Annabeth and Tyson left. "Well I just wanted to make sure you are alright" Percy said, leaving. And then there was me. I thought about what was going on, which I somehow knew because memories that weren't mine were flooding into my head as if I were seeing through the eyes of others. I saw the sign of Zeus of a collapsed body I knew to be mine. I saw the god's and their demi-god children around them and each name. My brain was overflowing with past memories and people.
My head was swirling and I thought of nothing better to do than sleep so I did. When I woke up again it was night and when I looked around the room I found that my bow was lying on a chair next to the bed I was in. I managed to slip out of my bed and stand up. I slung my bow on my shoulder and walked to the door.
When I got outside I saw a pavilion lit by a fire and all the kids were there so I walked over. I made it over just as people began to laugh at Tyson because he had a trident swirling over his head. Then I reached the top step to the pavilion and everyone turned to me growing quiet except for Tyson who was swatting at the trident. "Um…Hello?" I said as calmly as possible.
"Well, well, well… If it isn't Zeus's little boy" a man in a prisoner uniform said with distaste. If this guy thought he could get on my nerves, he was wrong.
"Where do I sit?" I asked anyone willing to answer. And a few people pointed me to a table that was uninhabited. I walked over to it and sat down quietly and ate after putting some of my food into the fire. One person was nice enough to tell me what was said before I got there after dinner. I was somewhat glad but also sad…I didn't think I could very well leave this place now.