If you are reading this because you're being bored to death at home, then continue. If you are reading this because you think you might be one of us, turn around right now. I cannot stress how important it is that you don't read this.
Please, go back now.
Anyways, I'm not going to put my name or age here. That'll give the monsters a better chance of finding me. But let's call me… Talice, and let's say I'm 11 years old. Nothing close to the truth. Great.
Have you heard of the Greek gods? They're real. And sometimes… They have children. My mother was a child of Athena. That means I'm a legacy of Athena. I don't have as many powers as my mother, or the gods – which is why I don't have dyslexia or ADHD – but my scent is strong enough for the monsters to find me.
I know I'm a legacy of Athena.
I asked for a sign if I had a godly parent/grandparent, I went to the shops the next day and randomly walked into the aisle. It was full of jewelry with owls on it. And it had owl coloring books. And owl lanterns. Owl statues. (It was a junk shop).
Is that not a sign enough?
And my mum has all the qualities of a daughter of Athena; brown hair, grey eyes, extremely wise, and she can speak Ancient Greek. Cool or what?
And my cousin's a son of Jupiter, with windswept blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and ADHD. He can survive amazing jumps and is tall and bold. For his own safety I'll call him Tom. And this is where my story starts.