Demigodly

by September J. Song

Alice is broken. Ever since she lost someone close to her on a quest-gone-wrong, she hasn't opened up to anyone but her friend Oliver. One day, a young girl shows up on Half-Blood Hill. The next day a camper goes missing and Alice has a dream from her mom about things being "set in motion." What does this have to do with Kylie's strange dreams and Alice's dead boyfriend? Post HoO.

1. Kylie Gets Ditched at Camp

Chapter One: Kylie Collins

"I don't want to go, Daddy!" Kylie complained. She folded her arms against her chest and glared out the window at the passing New York landscape.

"Kylie, you know I don't want you to go either," her father said, his warm brown eyes sad. "Your mother said this is the safest place for you. And after what happened last month..."

"I didn't make that happen, Dad!" Kylie nearly shouted. In May, right before school was out, Kylie was playing outside with her little step sister, Ivy. A man stepped into their yard, and tried to attack Kylie. She had barely escaped, and little Ivy was hurt.

"Kylie, they'll explain everything at camp."

"And about that… Camp Half-Blood? Is that something to do with the fact I'm half white?" Kylie's voice trembled, and her father looked over at her.

"Kylie Collins," he said sternly. "Do you honestly believe that I would send you someplace like that?"

"No..." Kylie admitted. "I just... I really don't want to go, Dad."

"I know, sweetheart. I wouldn't send you unless it was necessary. It's the only safe place for kids like you..."

Kylie lapsed into silence. "Kids like you." Dad said that a lot. Kylie still had no idea what that meant, and whenever Dad said it, he looked sad.

Just like when he talked about Mom. Kylie's birth mom, not Grace, Dad's new wife.

Kylie knew very little about her. She and Dad met in college, and she had to leave. Dad told her that one day Kylie was on his doorstep in a little golden cradle. She always laughs at that part.

"Here we are." Dad's voice was flat, and I looked up at him. His hands were clenched on the wheel.

"Where?" Kylie said, peering out the window. "I don't see anything."

"Straight up that hill," he said, pointing.

"Will you come?"Kylie pleaded, her voice small. "At least walk me in?"

"Sweetheart, I'm really sorry. I can't." She nodded, and grabbed her duffel bag.

"I love you!" Dad called out of the window, as Kylie was halfway up the hill. She looked back at him, tears in her eyes.

"Love you too."

She sprinted up to the top of the hill.