So this isn't actually a chapter, this is a request. If you think this story might actually have potential. I would greatly appreciate it if you would pm me a male oc. I do have some restrictions though.
1. He must not be any age other than 14. (So basically he has to be 14)
2. He can not be a son of Hades.
3. He can not be all 'son of Poseidon, and blessed by Aphrodite so he really HAWT'.
4. Dont go really detailed with him because I will costamize a small bit.
Thank you for actually clicking this. And if you like the idea of this story, please check out my other ones.
I was with my satyr Ben, somewhere in Michigan. How did I know, about five minutes ago I saw a sign saying we were in Muskegon, Michegon. He didn't tell me exactly where I was going. Some place called Camp Half-Blood. Apperantly I was a child of a Greek god, what were they called? Demigods? Yes that's what they are. Not they, me.
"Oh, Maddi. We're going to pick somebody up in a couple of hours. You know another demigod" Ben said, still walking forward.
This would be the second one we would pick up, not counting me. The last one literally was like 90 years old. When we found him he was in a hospital. So we kinda lost hope for him.
"Great" I say sarcastically.
We walked for about two hours, occasionally having little chats that didn't go for more than a minute. We had the occasional monster. Normally a Harpy or something.
We arrived at a small neighborhood of town houses. Ben led me to a light blue house with bushes with red berries in front of the door. I allowed Ben to put on his pants and fake feet. When he finished, I knocked on the door. About thirty seconds later, a woman opened the door. She was about 5' 2", she had dirty blond hair.
"Hello, how can I help you" she said in a very sweet tone. Ben simply had to nod. When he did a frown crept across her face.
"Honey, could you come down please" she yelled. A tall girl walked down the stairs into the entry way. She looked quite a bit like her mother. Other than the fact that her hair was a very dark brown.
"What do you want mom" she said. Obviously wanting to go back to her room.
"Honey, can we have a private conversation in the kitchen" her mother said. Her mom gave us the signal saying to wait a minute. As we waited, we talked about small things like, wether you can lick your armpit or not, and songs.
When the two came back, the mother was in tears. The girl was holding a small bag. Most likely essential things, like bandages, a change of chlothes, other thing that I will not mention (A.N. Sympathy to the females of the world, me being one). The woman gave her daughter a very long hug, and kiss on the cheek. She went into another room, not wanting to watch her daughter leave.