Do you know what a demigod is? A demigod is a person who is half-god, half-human. Demigods are also called half-bloods. They are very powerful, using a variety of magical weapons to slay monsters and fight battles.

I am a demigod.

And I am different.

My name is Elixie Luicia Seneca Ilyviana Esther Riverrain, also known as Elsie. I'm the daughter of some greek god. I don't know which one. My mother is Elisabeth Riverrain. Now, you probably think I'm a normal half-blood. Greek-and-american parentage. Yes, that's true. But there is something else. Something happened to my mother before I was born, when she was pregnant with me. Can you guess? No, probably you can't. I'll give you three words. Aztec, Sun and God. Any clue? Can you guess it yet? No? Why not I give you another word? Blessed.

String the four words together, you get Aztec Sun God Blessed. Do you want to complete the sentence? I'm sure you don't need to to guess what happened to my mother.

Yes, she was 'blessed' by the sun god. Not just any sun god. Not Apollo. He wasn't the sun god. Not Helios. He was Greek. Elisabeth Carmen Riverrain was 'blessed' by Huitzilopochtli, the Aztec's sun god. He was also the Aztec's god of war, human sacrifice and victory. He was the Aztec's patron-and national god- of the city Tenochtitlan. His name meant, 'left-handed hummingbird' which confuses me, because he is neither left-handed nor a hummingbird. The definition of his name makes him sound sweet. But trust me, the god of human sacrifices is not sweet. Every day, a man had to sacrificed to this 'mighty' god at the top of the pyramid in Tenochtitlan just for the sun to rise the next day.

A blood-thirsty god? Not exactly. He didn't ask for people to be sacrificed to him, did he? Maybe, maybe not. Well, he probably was a good god. I mean, people willingly died for him.

How was my mother 'blessed' by this god? I'll tell you.

I don't know.

So, if we're done talking about my not-so-much-of-a-blesser, let's talk about my unknown father. Since I have not been claimed yet, I live in the Hermes Cabin, the only cabin which takes in unclaimed demigods. Sometimes I wonder who my father is. I don't have any clues, since my blessed-by-the-aztec-sun-god characteristic shows. Sigh.

Now let me tell you about myself, and how I look like and everything. As you know, my name is Elixie Luicia Seneca Ilyviana Esther Riverrain, aka Elsie. Why is my nickname Elsie? Because My initials are: E. L. S. I. E. Riverrain. I am five feet something, and I have golden-well, amber-eyes, elbow-length wavy golden-brown hair, beige skin-my grandmother is Asian. Oh, yeah, and I'm eleven. I came to camp when I was seven, like this girl named Annabeth Chase, a daughter of Athena. Everyone knows her, of course. But no one knows me. Of course, they've heard of me, an unclaimed demigod who has amber eyes and literally throws heat off her. But I'm just a 'normal' camper in the Hermes cabin, waiting pitifully to be claimed by a parent. Unless my parent's Hermes. But that is unlikely. I fail miserably at archery and my aim is horrible. I don't know how good I'm at at wrestling. I mean, no one even dares to wrestle me, since I practically burn them once they grip me hard enough.

Being blessed by a sun god can suck some times.

You might ask, 'How did you get to camp? What's your camp's name?'

For your information, the place which is a 'safe haven' for us demigods is called 'Camp Half-blood'. The way I got to camp isn't very dangerous. In fact, most demigods wish they came this way. My mother 'shipped' me to Long Island, where Camp Half-blood is. She brought me to the island, where we were attacked by this gigantic monster thing which was called a hellhound, because they are basically hounds from hell. No pun intended, thank you very much. So, anyways, of course, I couldn't fight back- I had no weapon. My mother had been knocked unconscious. So I did the typical thing a seven-year-old would do. I screamed. And if you didn't know, I scream really loud. Obviously, some demigods and satyrs heard my shrill, high-pitched scream and came charging towards the 'scene', weapons ready, expressions either startled, determined, or both. I was rapidly trying to dodge the hellhound's attacks, but, as a seven-year-old who didn't exactly run fast, I tripped, scraped my knees, and got scratched by the hellhound. It seemed reluctant to attack me. I wonder why. I mean, I was a normal, kind of chubby seven-year-old who was screaming and crying her heart out. A perfect victim for the hellhound.

Before it had a chance to attack again, it evaporated. Or I thought it did. Anyhow, it disappeared. Then, after the attack, the three demigods who had appeared carried me to Camp Half-blood. The satyrs stayed behind with my mother. I think they joined us later on, when I had stopped crying. I remember them telling me my mother was alright, that she was going home.

After that, the only time I had seen my mother was last year. She had come to tell me about the 'blessing'. It seemed she had only just found out, that she had not known before. But was she telling the truth? Maybe she had known it all along. But who cares? At least I know why the Ares cabin refuses to wrestle with me. If you didn't know, Ares is the Greek god of war. So you can guess that Ares' children love war, right? Right. So I must be pretty 'special' for them to refuse to wrestle with me. They probably don't want to get burnt again. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad not to wrestle with those violent kids, but every camper does it, and I want to be normal. But, being what I am, it's really hard to be normal, even by demigod standards.

I'm like a flower that blooms in the rain.

This is my first fanfiction, so it might be really bad! Please review :)