AN: This is only chapter 1. I will post chapter 2 when I can and the other chapters will follow as I have time and write them. Feedback is much appreciated but those who don't like my story, you chose to read it so I don't want to hear it.

Chapter 1: I Dream of a Camp I've Never Seen

Hi, my name is Mason Uchiha Zynoa. I am 17 years old. I am a demigod, shinobi, and assassin, and this is my story. It all began with a single dream, a dream of a camp that would change my life forever.

The dream started out with a view of a sign that read Camp Half-Blood and I stood alone before it, hearing the clash of metal on metal in the distance. As I walked through some sort of barrier, I blacked out and fell to the ground. At this point I awoke with a start, a few beads of sweat sliding down my face and chest. My cold icy blue eyes were slightly luminescent in the morning light pouring through the window in the boy's dormitory. Term had just started up again at Hogwarts and this was my seventh year in Ravenclaw. I had a feeling it was going to get much worse. Especially since each year we needed a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and our newest was Mad-Eye Moody.

I sighed and ran a hand through my black hair with red tips, standing to pull on my robes. As I got ready, I looked in the mirror at the picture of my parents, both of whom were killed without a trace while guarding the Hall of Prophecies, or so the Ministry said in the Daily Prophet.

"Load of crap if you ask me", I muttered under my breath while glaring at the article. A few other students felt the same way that the Ministry was too busy accusing a house elf of making the Dark Mark, to really care about a few dead family members. I pulled on and fastened my tie, placing my wand in my robe pocket. When I went downstairs, I saw that almost everyone was just now exiting the common room, so I followed in line down to the Grand Hall for breakfast. Mad-Eye had already made his entrance last night as the enchanted ceiling started getting out of hand. What was with that piercing blue eye of his that rolled around in a socket? I thought as I ate.

After the food, I looked up as my eagle Xerxes dropped a package in my lap addressed from my dad, to be delivered today. I wasted no time opening it, but was confused at what I saw. Inside were two gloves, one fingerless one for the left hand and an archery glove for the right. I placed both on, the left covering my birthmark on the back of my hand, and then gave Xerxes a treat before reading the letter.

Mason,

You may not understand it yet, but in time all will be explained. When you are on Christmas break, please return home to my study. Something will be waiting for you there.

Dad

I folded the letter, and just as I put it in my robes, Malfoy sneered behind me.

"Well Zynoa, I heard you thrashed in your sleep last night, muttering about some c-". I cut Malfoy off at that point. I had stood up and grabbed him off the ground by his throat. He was frozen in shock at my speed, my eyes in the original third stage Sharingan form. (The Sharingan is a bloodline trait of the Uchiha that allows the user to slow things down and react faster, as well as copy an opponent's moves or see them ahead of time.)

"Stay out of my business, or you won't be so lucky next time", I growled through clenched teeth. I let him drop to his feet as I breathed slow, calming myself. He and his friends took off to the Slytherin table, muttering about demon eyes to the other Slytherin house members. Kristi looked at me with her emerald eyes; she had been my best friend for many years, visiting from Beauxbatons for the term, along with Zack who was probably off flirting with some Gryffindor girl.

"You shouldn't let the past have a hold on you. Think of the present and future Mason." she smiled comfortingly in her French accent. I nodded slightly, still thinking about what the letter said.

"Thanks Kristi" I replied quietly as we got up for Defense against the Dark Arts. As we took our seats, Mad-Eye came limping down, drinking something out of a canteen.

"Mornin' class." We all responded with a groggy "good morning professor" and he didn't mind it.

"Ministry malcontent. And your new defense against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" Hermione of course answered that there are three.

"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye said quickly.

"They are so named because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will…"

"Any one of them will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban." I finished. Mad-Eye looked at me curiously before responding.

"Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, and you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!" He went on showing us the curses, and when he got to the killing curse, he asked me.

"Avada Kedavra, sir. Only one person has survived it and he's in this room. Guessing that was what you were going to say next… sir." He looked at me and then grunted.

"What's your name kid?"

"Mason Uchiha Zynoa, Professor."

"I heard the Uchiha clan got wiped out. They must be weaklings to get killed by one man."

"I heard he has no parents. The ones in the Ministry were just asked to act as guardians."

"I heard from Malfoy that he has red demon eyes." This went on while Mad-Eye thought of where he heard my name. I glared at Steve and Francis, mouthing the words: I can hear you and I'll kill you. Mad-Eye nodded,

"Yes, your parents were incredibly skilled if I recall. Sorry to hear they passed away." I nodded and soon class was over when he was yelling about CONSTANT VIGILENCE! As we headed out of class, I saw Malfoy coming towards me so I used a shadow clone that walked right by him, and distracted him as he tried picking a fight with it.

"Mason right? What was that magic you just did?!" I smirked and turned to them.

"Yes, it's Mason, and it wasn't magic. It was a shadow clone that I made, a skill I've practiced for a while."

Harry and Ron thought it was bloody brilliant, but Hermione looked puzzled as she ran through all the books in her head to find shadow clones.

"I'd like to stay and chat but I have a match against Hufflepuff soon." I said as I walked past the trio to get on my Quidditch uniform, leaving Hermione baffled. I stood at the gate waiting as my other teammates came and soon the game started. The game was Ravenclaw up by twenty points on Hufflepuff when suddenly everything slowed down; a bludger was coming right at James, our team's seeker. I leaned forward on my Firebolt and hit the bludger with my bat. It sailed across the field and hit the other team's keeper as I slowed down. James, who just gathered what happened, looked at me then charged after the Snitch, ending the game. After the match, I had changed back to my robes and ran to the Ravenclaw Common Room. There I told Kristi and Zack about my dream, and the letter I received from my father. Kristi said I should go, and Zack protested on account of him wanting to get to know this one girl from Beauxbatons. He quickly changed his mind when Kristi kneed him in the groin. I nodded and we agreed Christmas was too long of a wait for something like this. So when we had our free period together, we snuck off to the Room of Requirement to a passage it made last year. It led right into Hogsmeade and from there the three of us apparated to my house on Fleet Street.

"It's not much really, but its home." I said gloomily as we walked inside. It wasn't as grand as the Malfoy manor, but it was bigger and had secret passageways through it. When we got to my room, the blackout curtains were still closed so it looked like night in my room. I then pointed Kristi to the spare room and Zack to the bathroom to change, whereas I went to my closet. I pulled off my school robes, pulling on my black skinny jeans with white leather straps running around them. As I reached for my Asking Alexandria shirt, Kristi had opened the door.

"Hey Mason, are y-", she cut off and blushed bright red, turning away. "We're uh… ready when you are." She shut the door after that as I pulled on my shirt and Punisher hoodie with a leather jacket, keeping my gloves on before heading downstairs.

"I just have to stop by my dad's study first", I said to them as I opened his door. There were books laid out everywhere just like he always kept it. On his desk were an older book and a note.

"Use this to find the Camp, and take the swords in the compartment of my desk, they are your inheritance. Turn the knob twice forward and once back."

I did so after finding out the camp is on Long Island and took the swords, sheathing the dragon hilt one in the slit of my jacket, it fit perfectly, and the other two slung across my back. I went out to my friends and told them I was ready. We then disapparated and appeared just before the banner in my dream.

"This is the place" I said after reading the sign in Greek. We walked past the barrier and immediately felt very dizzy, blacking out on the grass. When I came to, I was in some sort of bed, inside a large cabin. When I sat up, there was a slightly buff, tall girl with long stringy, dirty blonde/brown hair. She wore an orange shirt that read Camp Half-Blood on it and a necklace with different beads.

"Chiron, he's awake… I've never seen anyone recover that fast" the girl said in a surprised but exhausted tone.

"Where am I?" I said as I looked at my passed out friends and sat up. The girl went to hold me down but I dodged it and held her arm behind her back, my eyes filling black with red pupils again.

"I asked you a question!" she looked at the doorway and I turned my gaze. I saw a centaur standing there, who I guessed must be Chiron.

"Relax; you are at Camp Half-Blood, a camp for demigods. I must say, you recovered astoundingly fast for one so young. You even managed to disarm one of our best fighters, Clarisse La Rue." I let her arm go and moved away from both of them, towards my friends.

"So we are demigods? I mean, since we could pass through the barrier and all." I had pieced that much together as I ran a hand through my hair. Chiron nodded and looked to Clarisse who was rubbing her arm.

"Clarisse was on patrol when she found you three on our border inside the barrier. She brought you here and didn't leave for a second. You've only been unconscious for two hours."

I looked at Clarisse who was blushing hard while glaring at Chiron and I thanked her and apologized for twisting her arm. She responded with a small smile before telling Chiron she'd take me to the Hermes cabin.

"Why am I to be in the Hermes Cabin?" I asked curiously as we walked. She shrugged and said, "Its where all demigods go that haven't been claimed by their parent yet." I noticed it was already packed as it was and Clarisse told me dinner would be in an hour so I should get settled in. I didn't trust these sons of Hermes however, so I headed towards the training grounds. I saw a flash of light and suddenly a large caduceus was glowing over the Medical Cabin.

"ALL HAIL ZACHARY BULE, SON OF HERMES. ALL HAIL KRISTINA ROSE, DAUGHTER OF ATHENA!" I looked and saw an owl above the cabin too as everyone yelled HAIL after. I looked up at the sky, above my own head and saw no glowing symbol. I clenched my jaw and turned back around to the training grounds. I never fully got there, because Clarisse and two of her cabin mates from Ares blocked my way.

"I forgot to tell you, new kid, each camper gets a welcoming swirly when they arrive; no matter how good looking they are." Her face was not the same blushing one around her friends, she had a sneer worthy of Malfoy.

As her friends came at me, my Sharingan activated and I blocked their hands as they moved in slow motion. I flipped over them and shoved them in the back, knocking them to the ground. Clarisse took out her spear and I unsheathed my dragon hilt sword, taking a ready stance. She charged at me, but my dad trained me well as I sidestepped and parried. I felt a shock go through my arm and made a note not to touch the blade of the spear. We parried and blocked each other's attacks for a good several minutes before people started to watch. When Clarisse tried to jab me again, I moved my wrist quickly so the hilt of my sword locked with the shaft of the spear. I flicked my wrist to the left, spinning her spear out of her hands and into my left with a smirk. I then pointed the spear at her throat, my eyes were stinging now and I saw blood fall from them before I threw the spear into the ground right by her head.

"Class dismissed", I said just as a symbol of a shield and spear glowed above my head.

"HAIL MASON ZYNOA, SON OF ARES!" Chiron bellowed like before, followed by the campers and a surprised Clarisse. I looked at the sky as I felt my eyes stop stinging, no emotion on my face.

"Thanks dad", I said very sarcastically to no one. Of all the times to claim me, he chooses to do so after I nearly kill his daughter, I thought as I sat at the Ares table. I looked down at my birthmark covered by my glove; it was slightly glowing and burned a little. Then, feeling eyes on me, I looked at the guy next to Clarisse, Chris Rodriguez, who was giving me a look of hatred.