Have you ever thought about why you're here? Why, out of all 7 billion people of the world, you were singled out. You were deprived of having a normal life, normal friends, normal body. About how you never got to have fathers day or someone to play ball with or a fatherly figure.
Because your daddy just might happen to be Poseidon.
I always had a passion for water. I could surf, swim, boat, dive and hold my breath better and longer than any of the other kids in school. I had more medals hanging over my bed than Michael Phelps, and had probably been in more races than him, too. Everything involving water just came naturally to me, but no one understood how fast I learned. I loved water. I loved the pruned fingers and chlorine. I loved the burn of sea salt in your eyes and the sound of waves against rocks. Kids had teased me when I was younger about being part fish and had called me "mermaid" or "insana Anna" but none seemed to stick like "ginger" which I could always count on reoccurring.
No one ever thought twice about my gift, except for the school board who insisted that I take drug tests for "energy enhancers." That was probably because I wasn't the best kid in school. Teachers hated me when I acted out to get over the embarrassment of not being able to read. I have ADHD and dyslexia, so math, reading, science, biology, geography, and history (basically everything) wasn't really my thing.
I didn't even think twice about my gift. Sure, I thought it was a little weird, being able to do all this sporty stuff. I sucked at baseball, could barely dribble a basketball, and soccer was NOT my forte, but water sports… they just fit. I could sense things too. Like, before they happened. It wasn't a physic thing, but I had amazing reflexes.
I didn't know then, what I know now. I barely knew about danger and protecting myself, besides carrying a bottle of pepper spray deep down in my pocket, but so did most kids. I lived in Boston, and things there weren't always the safest there. I thought back then that danger was just that hobo that lived on the corner of the café or the mean couples pitbull in apartment 3B. Monsters and creatures were myths. Gods were only talked about in church. Terror was only when I had failed a class. I had know nothing, nothing about what was to come.
Maybe it's time to tell you. If this sounds like you, well than, welcome to camp half-blood.
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