A/N: This story is going to be what I call a freestyle story. I'm just going to write whatever comes to mind, but the only predetermined things are going to be the names of the characters. All other things will be go with the flow. Hope you like the story! Let's see where it leads.

A wise man once said that great journeys are started with unexpectant men who react in a fashion of excellence. I'm guessing the gist of that statement is to imply that even though people don't expect to be thrust into weird situations, if they react in a way deemed heroic or brave, it's what makes for an awesome story.

My life is sort of like that, minus the second half. You see, I was thrown the curveball of being told I was a demigod. What's a demigod, you ask? It's the result of a Greek Olympian god hooking up with a mortal. My Father is the immortal parent in my situation. How do I know? Simple. My mother is mortal.

My mother is a women named Alexandria Johnson. She's a tall, brown haired women with hazel eyes. Her most distinguishing trait would have to be her long curly locks of hair. With a gentle care about her, she exudes an aura of being a real sweet woman. Back in the day, she used to be an Olympic swimmer for the United States team in '88. With a gold medal, and at the peak of her career, she had a career ending event happen. Me. Bummer, I know. She was all set to compete at the next Olympics, but with me she decided to hang up her suit and goggles, in pursuit of raising me instead. Even though I know she wanted to compete, she still maintains that having me was the best thing to ever happen to her. I don't dwell on it though. The past is the past, as I always say. Enough about her, though. This is my story.

You see, my mother always knew I was a demigod. She said my father revealed his true identity to her, but whenever I ask who he is she tells me that she can't tell me. "He has to claim you." Whatever that means. Anyways, knowing that I was a demigod, she has sheltered me from monsters, and other supernatural things, often keeping me away from society and homeschooling me ever since my fifth school kicked me out. Now that I just turned sixteen she says that I have to go to "camp" to be "trained." The camp is a place called Camp Half-Blood, where other demigods like me learn to fend for themselves in the real world. Personally, I feel I can do fine on my own, but my mom feels it'd be beneficial for me to go, so here I am. That's how my story begins.

The story of Jared.

I'm Jared, by the way. I'm sixteen, as mentioned earlier. I'm about 5 '10, with a muscular build. I've been told I have broad shoulders, and that I'm "handsome," but I can't really take that last part seriously, seeing as it came from my mom. I have a square jaw, and black hair that gets extremely messy and unruly if I let it grow, so I cut it short. My most noticeable feature would have to be my eyes. They're a weird type of green. The only way to describe them, would be to say they were the color of the sea. Sea green.

Moving along, I'm in the car right now, and as my mom and I play I-spy, I can vaguely make out a hill in the distance.

"Hey mom, is that the place you're taking me to?"

"Yeah, it is," she replies, her joking demeanor from playing the game gone. Her tone turned sad, but upon me noticing, she forced a smile. "Are you ready to get your summer started?" she asks, for my benefit.

"I guess," I reply optimistically. "I mean, I don't really know much about this place, but if you trust it enough to send me here, it can't be all that bad." I know, I know. I'm a total mama's boy. But hey, if all you had growing up was your mom, you'd be one too.

"Oh, it's not honey. It has people just like you to make friends with," she adds, encouragingly.

"Yikes! A camp full of hyperactive dyslexics, all shoved into one place. What could go wrong," I joke, trying to lighten the mood.

You know, having ADHD and dyslexia, isn't a bad thing. In fact you'll find it to be very beneficial this summer," she says, scowling at my sarcasm. "It helps your battle reflexes, and your ability to read ancient Greek."

"You know, I told my teacher the same thing when she told me to be still, and I still got the detention," I retort, a smile playing on my lips.

"Oh, shut up," she scolds, although the grin on her face sabotaging the intensity of her voice.

As we pull up to the hill can see the whole valley before me. Over in the distance I can see an Amphitheatre, a lake, and a big house. Closer to me, there is a ginormous Pine tree on top of the hill with me. Wrapped around it is what seems to be some type of glittering cable wires, with a golden blanket hanging from one of the branches. Even yards away, the smell catches my nostrils as the scent of fresh pine needles fills my lungs.

"Why did we stop here when the camp is down in that valley below," I ask, confused?

"The camp has a magic barrier around it that prevents all non-demigods from passing," she explains, facing me teary eyed.

"…So this is it then, I guess," I respond with the realization of me leaving my mom for the first time in my life setting in.

"It is," she answers with a teary eyed grin.

We hug and say our goodbyes before I get out of the car and unload my duffle bag, and backpack. Walking around the car, I go to the driver's side where my mom rolls down her window. I face her one last time before I leave.

"You're going to love it here," she assures, with a warm smile.

"I know," I reply trying to comfort my mom.

"Trust me," she says, stifling a sob.

"I do."

"Promise me you'll be safe."

"I will," I say leaning in for one last hug.

"Goodbye Jared," she whispers in my ear, holding me close.

"Goodbye mom," I reply back, as I pull away.

With one last reassuring look, I turn around and begin my trudge into the valley below. Ready to see what my new home has in store for me this summer.

A/N: So that's the first chapter. Don't forget to leave a review, and let me know what you thought if it. See ya, suckas!