So I was on my way to camp half-blood. Mom was driving pretty quick, but I keep denying it; I wasn't a demigod, the Gods weren't real and Camp Half-blood definitely DID NOT exist!
We finally arrived at the long-awaited destination and my mom was safe. She drove home and nothing dared bother her. But here I am. I am a demigod, the Gods do exist and everything from Rick Riordan's books are real!
The following day, while in the mess hall, everyone decided that I was the perfect thing to stare at. Until I realized that they weren't quite staring at me, but slightly above my head. I was getting claimed!
Instead of my expectations, which was a turquoise trident appearing above my head, bright golden arrows shot from atop of my head. I was... a daughter of Apollo?
I've never really considered it but I do fit the description. I am adore writing poetry, I excel pretty well in music, I would read practically 24/7 if could, and the few chances I've had at archery, I've loved every moment (especially getting bulls-eyes!) I couldn't deny it!
After wandering around the camp that I read so much about, I met some of the main characters! My new friends consisted of Annabeth Chase from Athena, Percy Jackson from Poseidon, and a few more that I forgot their names already... Piper I think was one...
I used Annabeth's cell phone, she had me swear on the river of Styx to tell NO ONE! Of course I would never abuse this gift of technology despite having to practically beg for. Now, though, I called my mother.
"This is real! Apollo is my father! How come you never told me sooner? How come my "dad" is someone else then?" I bombarded my mother with a couple of the questions swirling around in my mid.
"Yes," Mom chuckled at my frantic interrogation, "I could never tell you prior to now for your own safety, I wanted to keep you hidden from the dangers of reality for as long as possible. Also, I stayed with you father for the same reasons as to why Sally Jackson stayed with Gabe, although your dad was nicer. I actually did love him, but he was still no God".
"Ugh," I groaned. "Okay, Mom. Have fun worrying about me!" I finished. Hanging up the phone, turning it off, I brought it back to the Athena cabin, secretively.
I wanted to see him, my real father, I was determined to. I wanted answers in this crazy, messed up world. That night I had to sneak out of camp, and to the empire state building, I needed to see him. I needed an explication as to why this never happened sooner! I was 15 years old for Gods' sake!