Author's Note: Please note that, to get the entirety of this story, assume that this happens as a parallel to the original series, meaning that the characters you may know in the original stories by Rick Riordan are non-existent, but the previous accomplishments and quests, you may assume have occurred.
I walked out of the porch on my cabin – I built it myself, strong enough to take a blow from a hydra, even. I breathed in the fresh air. The sun was setting, and I was relaxing. Not a single monster attack for an entire day.
Bam!
Whoops. Spoke to soon. I watch as a juvenile Drakon slam its head into the side of the cabin, letting out an unearthly tremor. I rushed back into the house, grabbing for my sword—a short blade of stygian iron, about a yard long, cold in appearance—Atali.
I run further into my cabin, to the point where the young Drakon was assaulting the wall. I tore through the already-weakened wall, and thrust my blade into its head. Soon, no more than a venomous fang covered in dust was left. I dusted off the monster particles residing on my pants. Adrenaline is overrated.
My name is Shale, and my dad rules the ground beneath your feet. Or above it, for those down there who might have managed to get hold of this. Doubtful, but nonetheless, I put that in for you.
For those of you who are not, however, you may be unfamiliar with my father. In some religions, you may refer to him as Satan, or maybe as nothing altogether. What is the politically correct term? Actually, there are two acceptable terms: Hades, who is my father, or Pluto, who is not my father.
I sighed, and put the fang into my pack. Time to leave, I guess. It's not safe here anymore—monsters from miles around must have heard that. I put some of the necessaries in my backpack—toothpaste, water, food, et cetera—and put on a jacket. I walk out the door, leaving all that I knew (for a grand total of three weeks) behind.