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Roy's POV

I never asked for any of this to happen. I already had enough problems in my life. I was the outcast, the random kid with issues. I never asked to be a demigod, and if I had a choice, I would have chosen never to be one. But then, when you think about it, we never have a choice. I guess it started on May 23, 2015, at 3:00 a.m. in Los Angles, California.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm ringing in my ears. I shot up and looked at the time. 3:00 a.m. My alarm clock was set for 5. Then, I realized something a bit important. My alarm was still going off, even though I had hit the sleep button. Shit, wrong alarm.

I grabbed my clothes and ran to the front of the kitchen, only to see a weird guy standing in there. I'm the guy who fights super-powered baddies everyday. When I say weird, I mean weird. This guy had a human torso, but that wasn't what worried me. He had goat legs and hooves.

'What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?' I asked.

'Um, well, you see,' started the guy before he was interrupted.

'Ever heard of the Greek myths,' said a voice from behind me. I turned around to see a normal looking girl standing behind me. She had dark skin and black hair that was stuck in a quick braid.

'Seriously, what are you people doing in my kitchen at 3 o'clock in the morning!'

'Would you just answer the question?' the girl asked again. I sighed. I might as well go with it. Maybe then they would explain what they were doing here.

'Yes,' I replied slowly. What did this have to do with random teenagers in my house?

'Well, they're real, and if you don't come with us, the Fury we just ran away from is probably going to eat you.

I laughed. 'That is the worst excuse I have ever-' I was interrupted by a woman with leathery wings and skin with a fiery whip coming out of the floor.

'That's new,' I muttered. Just my luck, why didn't these things happen to anyone else? Like Batman or Superman. Nope, it always just has to be Roy Harper.

'You have Hades anger aimed towards you. You should have never been born. You are treason against the nature of things. You are the cause of a broken oath. For that, I must kill you.' Said the Fury.

'Um, that's great, but I haven't really done anything, so, sorry, you must have the wrong guy.'

'Run,' yelled the guy with no pants. 'It's now or never.' In a split second, I made my decision. I was Red Arrow; no way I'm letting this pass. I ran down the hallway to my room. I was about to grab my superhero arrows, when I noticed a new bow and quiver full of arrows. After a split though, I grabbed the new one before racing back out.

The two kids who had been standing there before were now on the ground unconscious. At that moment, the Fury turned towards me, raising her whip like a crazy person with a rope (which she pretty much was).

I strung my bow in a matter of seconds before attaching an arrow, aiming at my target, and releasing the string. The familiar twang of the arrow leaving the string gave me a warm feeling, like it always had. The feeling that this was one thing I knew how to do, even if I was the kid with ADHD and dyslexia, the kid with issues.

The Fury screamed in pure agony before turning into a strange yellow dust that nearly made me gag in disgust.

'You never told us you knew you were a demigod,' said the girl groaning, rubbing her head.

'I didn't,' I replied. 'I found these laying on my bed.' The girl's eyes widened. 'Now that that's settled, what are your names? Then we'll talk Greek myths.'

1 hour and a lot of explaining later, I learned that the girl's name was Sophie and the guy with no pants on (or a satyr) was named Hedley (I know, it's a weird name). Sophie was a daughter of Iris at camp Half-Blood in New York. They had come because they had thought they had found a demigod, but it ended up he was a normal guy. Poor kid.

'So, will you come?' asked Hedley. I nodded. Why the hell not, LA had other heroes, and it wasn't big on meta powered crimes. The other criminals the police could handle.

'We'll take a plane out of the airport and fly there at 9 o'clock,' Hedley stated. 'Do you mind if I take a nap on your couch for an hour.'

'Sure, feel free to eat some food from the fridge if your hungry.' I replied.

'So, what's your name?' Sophie asked.

I hesitated before saying, 'Roy Harper.'

'Age?'

'19.'

'What do you do in your free time?' I paused a little. Should I lie? A white lie couldn't hurt, right? Eventually, I answered.

'Archery.'

What do you want to be when you grow up?'

'Gym coach.'

'You good at music?'

'Somewhat.'

'Well,' started Sophie. 'I think you'd be a son of Apollo.'

'The god of archery?' She nodded. 'Well, at least I'm not a son of Morpheus.'

'They aren't all that bad, they just sleep a lot.'

'Definitely not my dad then.'

'You don't sleep much?'

'I don't really have time for it. Between college and archery. I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow, yet I always wake up four hours later.

'That sucks.'

'Tell me about it.'

'Well, at Camp you'll get plenty of sleep.'

'Knowing my luck, I probably won't.' I replied sullenly.

'Dyslexia and ADHD? Always getting into fights?' Sophie said with a smirk.

I sighed. 'That's another aspect of being a demigod, isn't it.'

'Yup,' she replied, popping the 'p'.

I looked at my watch. It read 5 o'clock.

'If we want to catch that plane of yours, we might want to leave soon.' said I. Sophie nodded, grinning mischievously.

'Hedley, wake up, we have to leave!' yelled Sophie in his ear. 'if we don't leave right now a big scary monster is going to come and eat you!'

'Ahh!' replied said satyr. He grabbed his stuff and ran to the door, only to notice that Sophie and I were somewhat cracking up next to the couch. I can't believe this was happening. I hadn't had this much fun since... well, since I was Speedy. 'That was not funny, Sophie.'

'It was and you know it,' she replied. They both looked towards me at the same time.

'I'm not a part of this,' I said, putting my hands in the air. 'Don't drag me into it.'

'Come on,' said Hedley. 'Are you packed?' I nodded in reply.

'How am I going to bring this onto the plane?' I asked, motioning to my new quiver and bow. 'I'm pretty sure that security doesn't let people bring them on planes.'

'Um... have you tried to see if it can turn into something else? Some shields turn into bracelets and there's this one really famous sword that turns into a pen.' said the daughter of Iris.

I unstrung the bow and place it carefully back into the quiver, before feeling around it, looking for someplace to click. I noticed there were strange grooves and carves made into the wood, just like the bow. Whoever made this must have spent a lot of time to make it this beautiful.

I hit something near the beginning of the strap. A weird symbol like thing that was hidden. It looked a bit like a crescent moon. Whatever it was, it was hidden for a reason, so I didn't mention the design. However, when I touched it, the bow seemed to morph into a black leather bracelet. Cool.

'Lets go.' said Hedley.

2 hours later

We had just gotten past airport security.

I don't know how, but we did. Even if Sophie was apparently carrying four throwing daggers (in her jeans and shirt) and a sword (I didn't ask where she kept that). I thought airport security was tough and nothing got past it. Well, Sophie certainly proved me wrong.

On the plane, we sat in coach seats at the way back, in the literal back row. I didn't really mind and neither did Hedley. Sophie was angry that we didn't let her pay. Her dad was apparently really rich, though he got mean when Iris went away.

When I was on the five hour plane ride, it gave me lots of time to think.

It was weird. These kids who I just met this morning knew me better than both Robin and KidFlash combined. Neither knew that I was dyslexic or ADHD, but these kids had guessed. They understand all about getting in trouble in school and having trouble at the grocery store. They get the bullying and teasing, the ups and the downs. They didn't understand everything, but hell, they sure knew more than anyone I had ever known.

And the demigod stuff. I was 19 years old, yet I still had never really met my mother or father. I wonder who my godly parent is. Is it Apollo? Maybe it's Ares? And the fact that the dyslexia had to do with the fact that my brain was wired for Ancient Greek, not English. The ADHD was really just battle reflexes. I had always wondered why I was so different from everyone else, and here it was. I was a demigod, a Greek Hero, a part of this whole new world that I never knew existed til now.

2 days ago, if you had told me that two kids were going to break into my apartment, warn me about an Ancient Greek monster coming to kill me, and me being half god, I would have said you were crazy. I don't know why, but I almost felt that this was my destiny to do this. I could feel a voice deep in my head, pure instinct telling me this was right. My instinct was never wrong.

When I saw a weird looking man when I was a boy, not even five years of age, I had a bad feeling, so I ran off. In second grade, there was an older kid who was trying to be my friend, but I didn't trust him for some reason. Two years later, he disappeared, yet no one seemed to remember who he was.

I always knew that I was different than other people, even before I became Speedy, and than Red Arrow. I had always had some... issues. I was a troubled kid. I knew that.

When the plane landed, I noticed a man with lots of eyes holding up a sign with Sophie and Hedley's name on it.

'Um, why doesn't anyone else notice his eyes?' I muttered to Sophie.

'It's the Mist. It blocks all mythical things from human eyes.' she replied. 'That's Argus, you should be nice to him. He works at Camp.' I nodded.

Mist huh. Maybe that's how the Amazons stayed hidden on that island in the Mediterranean.

When we walked outside of the airport, I noticed a big white van. I sighed. Yay, more traveling for the demigods.

2 hours later

As the van pulled down the empty dirt road, I noticed that the trees seemed to be thinning.

Soon, there was a strawberry field in sight. It was so green and alive with little red dots.

I noticed a girl running around there. She had golden hair and seemed to be laughing at something another girl said. Even from here a I could see she was beautiful.

'Roy,' said Sophie, shaking my shoulder.

'Huh?'

'We're here.'

I slowly got out of the car, taking in all of the surroundings. The fresh smell that you only get from being surrounded by nature. The sounds of birds and children and teens laughing. We slowly walked up to an arch. When I walked inside, I noticed a volleyball court, cabins, and a amphitheater. There was a four story blue house and a climbing wall in the distance. I heard the familiar twang of arrows being released in the distance.

'Welcome to Camp Half-Blood,' said Hedley.

I smiled.

I was home.

I hoped you liked it. But it isn't over yet.

R&R

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