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Demigod dreams suck, like they REALLY suck. I'm almost certain that you haven't heard the end about how demigod's lives suck. And they do, but trust me, I'd learn that Demigods actually have it pretty easy compared to some. I'd learn that I was one of the few that had it really, really bad. At first I thought I was just really unlucky. Like my dreams were really bad compared to others, like the dream I had before I woke up to one of the worst days of my life. It went like this.

Running, that's all I could do,I didn't have a chance. The arrows came down like the rain from a hurricane. The only rest someone could get was if the were down on the dewy grass bleeding until Angels of death came for them. We were dropping like flies, flies that were being bombed. I turned around to a thousand archers shooting at us. Then it hit me, they only had archers, who wouldn't stand a chance against about five-hundred swordsmen. A restored order to the rest of us still standing, "CHARGE!" bellowed my army. We turned around and charged the army. We lost a lot of men during the charge, including me, the arrow stuck out of my chest, like a broken ornament on a tree. I didn't want to leave my men so I kept running, "AGH!" Another arrow stuck out of my left arm, halfway out, then another arrow, and another. I was littered with arrows. I couldn't stand it anymore, I just collapsed from the pain. Even though it was a dream it felt real. And my heart felt the ache as everybody I ever cared about, appeared and was shot on the spot.

With a jolt, I woke up, and raised my arm as if there were still an arrow lodged in it, nothing could bring me down, for today was extremely important to me, I would become thirteen and I would be claimed.

I couldn't focus on anything happening today because of today's importance. Today I would finally belong somewhere else rather than the "unclaimed cabin," and have a true family.

I still couldn't stay focused. During ancient Greek I didn't listen and got cussed at in Greek. The swear words sadly were the only Greek I learned. And in archery, I nearly shot my girlfriend, Courtney, who was probably the hottest girl, even though she wasn't an Aphrodite child. Because girls, were the only thing I was good at. I got mauled in sword fighting class. It's probably because I stared out into space with the hulking Ares kid raising a giant broadsword over my head. After that class, I felt like I knew what butchered meat felt like.

Finally the time came, dinner. I didn't eat a thing. The whole time I was so full of anticipation. Then it happened. Everybody starred. Time slowed down as I looked above my head. To see something so horrible, that it made my soul go to Hades and back. It was a glowing scythe. The purple instrument of death glowed above my head. My friends that just a second ago I was talking to now had their mouths gaping open. And just like in those movies nobody likes, somebody holding plates dropped them with a shattering noise. The whole amphitheater was quiet now.

And without another word, I ran faster than Zeus's bolt, "Wait!" somebody yelled after me. I didn't slow down even when I came to my cabin door; I just used myself as a ram, as the door crashed open, the lock falling to the ground. I grabbed my shinning bronze sword two daggers and my bow which shrunk into a rubber band.

The entire shrinking of weapons was based on the Legendary Percy Jackson's sword riptide. He died from an assassination from some rebelling demigods (That sounds like a good fanfic! My idea!) I stashed some nectar and ambrosia in my bag. I didn't want to bring my armor, because if I needed it then I deserved to be run through. I was about to run out the door before the new Apollo cabin leader, Jeff, ran in the door, "Dude, come on don't run we can work things out, the gods will be merciful. We can work things out!"

"How stupid do you think I am?" Jeff was the better swordsman but, he didn't have one, "The gods are cowards you and I both know that, they'll kill anything that has the slightest threat. It's somewhat of a relief to know that I'm not one of them," He lunged at me, but I didn't have the heart to kill him, so I just threw to the side were he crashed into the bunk, "Good luck"

And then I ran and didn't stop, and after two miles outside of camp, little tears streamed down my face.

-Five Years Later-

I prodded the fire sending up a puff of glowing ash. Some leaves rustled, that would be fine except for the fact that there was no wind. I snapped into a fighting stance. My blade was pointed menacingly at the trees. A chimera exploded from the bush.

I rolled to the side as it snapped at my face. The lion head roared with rage. I fell to the ground avoiding the swipe of the beast's paw. I raised my sword to protect a bite but the blade shattered, sending a fragment up into its eye, dazing it for a second, giving me just enough time to roll over to my bags.

Recovering, the chimera readied to pounce for its last time. I pulled out an arrow looking for the bow, in its full shape.

With a snarl, it pounced. With only my arrow, I held it up for it to impale the chimera. I let go and jumped to the side, after the arrow sunk in. It fell with a thud and twitched horrifyingly before exploding into dust.

Thank gods. I took a breather and then packed up my things and headed to town for supplies.

I went into Home Depot for some nails and duct tape, which all demigods need.

A girl about my age, pretty cute blue eyes and brown hair smiled at me flirtatiously. I didn't give her a second look which seemed to offend her. I really didn't care to get a date. Too many other things were on my mind. Most likely she didn't know anything about the Greek gods or what I'm going through and have been through.

The girl must've been stubborn because she didn't except defeat and came up, "Hey, I'm Megan," and then she twirled her hair, "So, what are going to use that stuff for?" pointing to the supplies in the bag. I was tired and didn't care about girls or whatever Megan pretended to be, "Nothing I'm going to tell you about,"

"Ha, you're funny. You can pick me up at seven, here let me give you my number," Her hands, holding a pen, went to write her number on my hand, but I grabbed her wrists and looked her coldly in the eyes, "I don't care what you think, now leave me alone," She must've never been rejected because she was starting to cry while I started to walk away. I told her the truth when I said I didn't care, even when she started to cry.

Living five years alone, not seeing a real person for months on end, and usually killing things that came around because I would never get peace from monsters. When you live that way you don't care much for others. I had what I needed so I bought the stuff and left the store.

I walked down the road, cars rarely passing by. I stopped to appreciate the quiet, except for the buzzing street lamps, and my short barely audible breaths. I looked across the street, some commotion was going on. And I focused to look through clear glass windows from across the street.

Two people holding swords dressed in armor pointed their swords at a girl with cuts on her arm. Somebody else in the same black armor was robbing the cash register with a knife, with the cashier missing. I stashed my knife and other things outside of town, so I had no other weapon beside the old styled hammer in my bag from home depot with the duct tape and nails. I grabbed that, ripped of the tags and burst in there against three properly armed, most likely demigods with nothing but a hammer that was on sale. And with that thought, another one came to mind, I love life.

Tell me what you think, and if you think the character is a mary-sue, or Joe-sue (?) trust me he won't be he'll be a bitter truth telling person who doesn't care about anyone else, unless saving them will give him that adrenaline rush that he loves. So just wait, plz.