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Chapter 1: 10:34 am

Derek POV

Derek knew they were following him. They had come in so many different forms, it seemed nearly impossible to know that they were all the same. But he knew it. He didn't know completely how he knew, but he did. It had been a few months of running and they persistently followed him.

Ducking into an alleyway, he hoped that they hadn't noticed. The men in large trench coats walked by without a second glance. He breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't noticed him, finally he could have a moments rest.

Sitting down on the dirty ground, Derek pulled out the small token. It was silver, with a symbol of a bow and arrow on one side an a harp on the other. Strange writing was all around it as well; he tried for weeks before finally giving it up to read it.

Studying it, Derek hoped he could find something in it, something new, something that would tell him what it was and why it wouldn't go away. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it. When he threw it away, it would reappear in his pocket. Once, he had stuck it under a bin, but it came up again. The thing just wouldn't go away.

Maybe it's magic, he thought to himself. He hadn't really believed in magic, till this happened. It was two years ago, and it seemed like only yesterday.

"Isss he gone?" hissed a voice close to him. Derek leapt to his feet, expecting a fight. Right away, he ducked behind a bin; there were two figures in trench coats. Their wide brimmed hats fell over their faces, so nobody could see whom they were. Derek knew them though, they had been his constant fight for the last two years.

"I'm not sssure," replied the other. "He might be here… but he is trickseyyyy, that one." Derek knew he had no time to waste. Slowly standing up, he inched his way to the other side of the alley. If they saw him in here, it could be the end.

"Well we better getsss him," snapped the first. "If he makesss it to him then itssss all over." Derek was only half listening, but he caught the phrase. All over? For whom?

Before he could think of any rational option, the second held a gloved hand in the air. Derek winced. Under that glove was a claw, which had cut him many times.

"He issss here," said the one excitedly. "I can smell him." Derek wasn't able to comprehend the whole smell thing. Apparently, he really stunk. One thing was for sure; he needed to get out of here.

Edging along the brick wall, Derek had almost made it out when they both turned, with eyes fixed upon him. "There he isss!" they both cried excitedly. Throwing off both their trench coats, they showed their true selves. Two of the most hideous creatures Derek had ever seen, with long green tentacle feet and hair, they advanced with their crazed red eyes. Claws outstretched, the monsters slithered up to him. Wasting no time, Derek did a double take around and ran down the alley.

Right in front of him though, there was another pair that looked exactly the same. Their blazing eyes looked eagerly at him, like they knew it was over. Unfortunately, Derek had a feeling that they were right.

Suddenly, a strange vibration started coming from his pocket. It was the coin. Derek grabbed it out of instinctively and held it up. The coin began to morph and change before his eyes, until he was holding a wooden bow and arrow. Without a second hesitation, he drew back the string and shot. It was probably the worst shot in the world, but somehow the arrow redirected its path and hit the monster square in-between the eyes. With a howl, the beast began to disintegrate. The other looked completely stunned, but kept approaching. Derek felt an arrow pop into his hand. Drawing the bow back, he let another arrow fly. This shot was a bit better, but not by much. Again, the arrow redirected its path and hit the creature. He whipped around and found that the other two were way to close to shoot.

"Die!" they both shouted at once. Panic overtook him and he froze.

"Watch out!" called a voice behind him. Without a moment's hesitation, Derek ducked. Two arrows whizzed by his head at once, striking both the monsters. Two wails echoed through the alleyway as they both crumbled into dust.

"That was close," said the voice again. "You guys never seem to be without trouble. I guess your problem is my fault, really." Derek turned around to find a teenage boy standing in front of him. But this wasn't like anybody that Derek had ever seen. He was wearing a toga, like one would see in a painting. A dark grey bow was in his hands. The guys looked like a model archer, but the weird thing was, he was wearing RayBands.

"Who are you?" Derek asked. The teenager lowered his bow and slung it around his back.

"Apollo, god of archery, poetry, oracles, the sun, and every other awesome thing you can think of." Derek didn't know whether to laugh or to run. Apollo took off his RayBands and his golden eyes glinted.

"You don't believe me?" he asked. Derek suddenly saw a fire in the man's eye. Like he was about to challenge him or something. Derek didn't really want to make any bets with a guy who could take out two monsters with one shot. Apollo held his eyes for a few more seconds, then put the RayBands back on.

"I thought so," he said calmly. "Now that that's done, we can discuss that little coin you've got there." Derek looked at the coin in his palm.

"You want this?" he asked. Apollo smiled.

"Yeah I want that," he said. "Its my bow." Derek was about to say, wait? You've already got one. When the coin suddenly flew out of his hands and into Apollo's. Instantly the coin morphed into a bow, but this one was much different. It was pure gold and carried a bright glow. The arrows in the quiver had little tips of dark bronze on them.

"This is my bow," he said. "I had to keep it with you for a bit, while a certain thing was going on." Derek felt a million questions pop up into his head, but for some reason, he couldn't say a word.

"I mean," Apollo said. "This bow is pretty cool, but it's not really my type." He took the one off his back and tossed it to Derek. The moment it touched his hands, it became a ring.

"Tell me if you want it changed," Apollo said. "I know it's not really your thing, but you could get used to it."

"Wait? How do you know anything about me?" Derek finally sputtered. Apollo stepped foreword.

"I know everything about you," he said. "Being the god of the future and everything. But aside from all that awesome stuff, I know you because I'm your dad."

"Yeah right!" Derek retorted. Instantly, tons memories poured into his head. He never had a dad, just his mom who wouldn't tell him anything about his dad or that side of the family. Archery had always fascinated him and for some strange reason, there was always random haiku's all over the place.

"Anything else?" asked Apollo. "It would be so cool to continue."

"What are you?" asked Derek. "Some kind of athlete?"

"No, no, no," Apollo said waving his hands. "Though, it would be cool to add… Maybe if Artimis talked dad into it…"

"Isn't Artemise some kind of goddess from Greece?" asked Derek. Apollo brightened.

"You're heading on the right track! I knew you inherited some intelligence!"

"But if your sister's a Greek goddess, then you must be…"

"A Greek god! I know! It's super cool right?" Apollo opened his palm and a piece of paper appeared. He held it up and cleared his throat.

For your winning deed,

Awesome Apollo now degrees,

A wish to Derek.

Derek didn't know what to think, except. "Isn't degrees two syllables!" Apollo looked completely puzzled.

"You're right, that's terrible… I'll write a second draft later. But anyway, let's get to the wishing."

"Wishing?" asked Derek.

"Yeah, didn't hear it right? A single wish from dad to son, like a birthday present. Except from a super awesome and cool god like me."

"So, I can wish for anything?" Derek asked curiously. Apollo brought out an eraser and started scratching at his paper.

"Sure, as long as it's in my power. And just warning you that does not include: raising people from the dead, telling the future, or making you immortal. Dad was really fired up last time I did any of those." Derek thought hard. He could ask for anything. Looking at his newly earned bow, he suddenly thought of something.

"I do want something," he said. Apollo dropped his eraser.

"Wow, that's fast. You have no idea how long other demigods take to find one. So, what is it? Shoot."

"Make me able to never miss a single shot," Derek said slowly. "With this bow." If Derek thought that Apollo looked confused earlier, this time he looked as if he was trying to recite PI in his head.

"And why do you ask that?" asked Apollo, taking off his RayBands.

"I want to be protected," Derek said. "If monsters will keep coming, then I need to be able to fight." Apollo threw his hands in the air.

"All right, this is in my power. And if this is what you really want…"

"It is," Derek said confidently.

"Then I now bestow upon you the archers blessing," Apollo said. "As long as you shoot with this bow, you will never miss your target." Derek didn't feel any different or anything, but he had a feeling it worked.

"And also, this bow can change shape or color," Apollo said as the bow turned completely black. "It will be pretty sweet actually." Suddenly, there was a rumble in the sky. Apollo looked up nervously.

"That's my que dude," he said. "Remember to practice archery even if you do have my blessing. And don't aim for things by accident. And give a wave at the sun sometime."

"What?" asked Derek. The first two had made sense, but the last…

"Got to go!" Apollo called. "Cover your eyes." Derek immediately did. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the light hitting him. When he opened his eyes, Apollo was gone.

If you're wondering when the PJ characters are going to come in. Don't worry, they'll be here soon.

- Ruddin