I was a Demigod. For some reason the fact that I was seemed normal. Like I always new I was one. Currently I was standing in front of a dragon, who seemed to be guarding some kind of gold towel that was hanging on a pine tree.

Crap I didn't introduce myself. My name is Emma Skye. I have dark brown hair, blue-ish green eyes, and I am about 5' 1". I don't know who my godly parent is. My mom works as a waitress, trying to get a better job. I have a younger step sister named Abby. Remember she's a step sister, so she is not a demigod.

"Are you coming or not Emma?" my satyr Alex said already on the other side of the tree.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Just let me take in the majesticness of it all." I say.