Okay, before the story starts, I want everyone to understand that Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I'm pretty sure that Rick Riordan owns them all. Also, I won't repeat that disclaimer throughout the story, 'cause people in Fanfiction should have enough common sense to know that if the stories we wrote fanfictions for were ours, we wouldn't be here.

Now, onto the story.

Hemera, the daylight goddess, walked towards Zeus, the king of the gods.

"I see you've given birth. To her, no less." The god said.

"Yes, I have. We both know that you have to bless this child." She said, holding the babe closer to the king.

"Apparently, but before I do, I must ask you one question, Hemera." The goddess looked expectantly to Zeus.

"Do you really wish for her to live this life?" She pondered the situation, of course, but with full faith to her…lover, she replied,

"Nothing can make me surer, my lord." Zeus nodded once.

"Very well,"

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. 'Same dream, same day,' I thought. It was like the gods were reminding her of the one regret she had in her life.

"Happy Birthday!" my cousin, Neoma, Dad, and Uncle Henry greeted, barging into my—apparently—bedroom. I plastered a tired smile on my face, hoping to cover the obvious fact that I was anything but happy.

"Lee, wait up!" I heard my cousin's screaming voice behind me.

I sighed, and stopped, waiting for Neoma to catch up. We were on our way to another school bus to go to another school that I don't wanna bother remembering the name of. You see, our dads have been moving us from place to place since day one. We have no idea why. Our moms have been MIA since we were born, so we don't even bother.

"I… don't… understand why you have to walk so fast! It's not like…" Neoma said. She gasped for the air she desperately needed after chasing me.

"It's not like you're all that excited about a new school." She finished. We started walking again.

"I'm not excited. You, of all people, should know that. Also, you should be used to the way I walk. You're the one that's out of shape."

"What's the name of the school again?" she asked.

"I dunno. It's not like it's all that important. It's only probably the umpteenth school we've been to in our entire lifetime." I answered.

She didn't have time to answer when the school bus finally came to view. She went and ran to the bus to save us some seats.

I don't even know why she still tries. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if our dads just barged in on our classrooms and dragged us to the Ford and went driving to another city/state.

"Ms. Paiman?" our current teacher's voice, Ms. Gravis, rasped from the front of the classroom.

"Yes?" I said, closing my History book. That's smart, Lee, trying to read when you already know it's impossible.

"Perhaps you'd like to share to the class what seems to be so interesting in the textbook?" she said, walking closer to my desk.

"No, uhh, sorry Ms. Gravis, I was just~"

"Just, what? Forgive me, but I thought you had dyslexia?"

"Yes, I do, but if you let me explain, I'm pretty sure you won't understand and send me to detention either way. Also, if you won't accept my apology, we can just forget this~"

"That's enough, Ms. Paiman. Since you already know where this is going, you will see me later after school." Finally.

The class went off without another annoying event. After the bell rang, I practically jumped out of the room. I pulled out my list of classes to see English was next. Great, the subject that requires reading the most. Hopefully, my teacher will be more accommodating than the last one. I headed towards the English classroom.

I took a seat in the back, near the window, where the sky was in view. It was so rare to see New York with clear skies, and every time it was, I beheld it as a special day.

As the classroom filled, I glanced at our English teacher, sat down behind his desk. He had curly, reddish-brown hair, and a beard to match. Cliché much? I mean, this guy looks as if he was from the 1800's.

I just rolled my eyes at the irony of the world and waited for English to begin.

"Could anyone tell me why Hermia didn't want to marry Demetrius?" Our teacher, introduce as Mr. Brunner, asked.

'Elch, A Midsummer Night's Dream…' I thought, wishing I never started to read the book.

"Ms. Paiman?" Of course, today's attention was on me… Who am I kidding, it's always on me. I'm always the new girl!

"Because she loved someone else," I answered politely (only because he was polite!).

"Correct. And who was this someone else?" since he was still looking at me, I figured he was still talking to me.

"Lysander,"

"Very good," I nodded in response, and he continued on with the lesson.

Now that was confusing. Well, maybe I'm just exaggerating, but that just gave me a really startled feeling… like a 'what-was-that-all-about?' feeling. The next 34 minutes are gonna be complete and utter torture… There is absolutely nothing worse than a teacher liking you. At least, for me…

You see, I've experienced teachers liking me. Maybe it's a thing that comes with the 'new girl' package, I don't know. But I do know that nothing and I mean nothing ever came from being liked by teachers. Okay, now, I really am exaggerating.

But still! I mean, they usually seem to be the reason why we move away. That or being 'attacked' by weird stuff, like, for example, I attended P.E. one day, and I opened my gym locker, and a knife fell off from on top of it! A knife!

In short, in my book, nice teachers = bad, bully teachers = bad; which is why every time we move to another place, I beg my Dad not to make me go to school anymore.

"Aw, your first day can't have been that bad!" Neoma said, putting back some of her books in her locker.

"Yes, it was. Just like every first day in my unbelievably short life. You know, sometimes, your optimism ticks me off." I answered, leaning against the locker next to hers.

"Then we're even, 'cause your ADHD sometimes ticks me off."

"Yeah, keep saying that, like I'm the only one." Yep, that's right. Not only dyslexia and not only me, and, no, it's not hereditary, because our dads don't have 'em, and as far as we know, neither do our moms.

"Well, I like to believe that you are. It's kinda sad being this sick."

"We're not sick! We're just… different."

"Please, don't tell me you're buying that shit now! Of all the years rebelling to be normal, you finally admit to being different? Who are you; and what have you done to my cousin?" She said, slamming her locker door closed. We started walking to Ms. Gravis's classroom.

"Tell me again howyou managed to get detention only on our third day of school? I mean, that's like a broken record, or something!"

I told—retold—her about my previous encounter with the estranged teacher. She also shared that Ms. Gravis also tried to bully her once, but she just shrugged her off.

"Weird,"

"My sentiments exactly," I said.

"Well, now I understand. I mean, your patience isn't really the longest in the world."

"You really like rubbing in my best qualities, don't you?" Sarcasm, anyone?

"Now that you mention it, yes, I do." We joked some more for a while, and stopped in front of Gravis's office.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." She ensured. I nodded in response, and entered.

Ms. Gravis's classroom was like most History teacher has, lots of maps, a globe, and pictures of great explorers. But what really strikes your attention is the way she looks at you. Or maybe, it's just me.

"Ms. Paiman, I've been expecting you."

Now everything after that line is very fuzzy. Here's what I can remember. Ms. Gravis pounced on me. I KNOW! I can't believe it either! And the next thing I saw was even more unbelievable! She turned into some kind of bat-like creature and flew towards me!

Now that is literally something that you don't see everyday. And, not to sound melodramatic, I thought I was gonna die. What? Would you, someone who doesn't see like that in the streets on New York, think that you're even sane, if you saw something like that? No.

But, just in the nick of time, Neoma broke into the classroom with the school fire extinguisher, breaking the door's glass, and saves me. Mr. Brunner was behind her.

"Lee, Neoma, run out off this place as fast as you can. I'll take care of the Fury."

"Wait, what?" I asked, but Neoma was already pushing me away.

We ran through the empty halls for our lives, not completely understanding what just happened. I saw the front doors of the school and just beyond it was our Ford.

'Dad?'

"Come on!" Neoma struggled to say, running out of breath and for her life. We made it to the car without any tripping accidents, and told Dad to step on it.

"What the hell was that? What happened to Ms. Gravis?" I don't even think Ms. Gravis still existed, though.

"No time to explain, we need to get you to camp!" Uncle Harvey said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold everything! What do you mean camp? Dad, summer just ended!" Neoma reasoned. I didn't want to say anything anymore, I just wanted to understand, and knowing my Dad and Uncle, if they avoided answering the question, no amount of persuading will make them say whatever secret they're keeping.

The first ten minutes of the ride, Neoma kept bugging Uncle Harvey. I caught my Dad's glances in the rearview mirror a couple of times, probably wondering why I haven't said anything or what my opinion was in the matter. I just looked out the window and wallowed in my unquenched curiosity.

Sunset was occurring as we drove through Long Island. Some distant part of me wondered what would happen to my Dad and Uncle one Neoma and I are in said camp. The other part wondered what was so special about it. What difference would it have had if we were in that camp or in school?

"Are we there yet?" Neoma's voice rang, her question lingered in the car every 17 minutes, and I counted. And, as is—in our case—tradition,

"Nope, not yet." Uncle Henry answered.

"We never enjoy the sunset this much." Dad randomly said.

I think we did this just to fill the silence and the curiosity of where we would end up next, not just physically, but mentally. It was like telling each other subconsciously that we'll be with each other, however that meant. And I had a feeling that this would be the last time in a long time that we'd say that.

We left the car along the highway, and started hitchhiking towards god-knows-where into the forest. Surprisingly, Neoma was quiet during said hitchhike.

"What kind of camp doesn't have a road leading to it?" I spoke too soon.

"A special one," Dad replied.

"Well, I hope it's special enough that when I see it, I don't kick its owner's ass!"

"I sure hope he is, because we won't be there to stop you." Uncle Henry shared. Dad glanced at Uncle Henry, angrily.

"WHAT?" Neoma and I chorused. Dad sighed and said,

"What Henry meant to say, is that we're not allowed inside." Okay, Neoma and I practically stopped walking now.

"And why the hell not?" Yes, Neoma does curse often during annoyance.

"Like we said, it's a special camp." They all turned and looked at me. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"You're not saying anything." Neoma said.

"So?"

"You're usually the one that does exactly what I'm doing right now."

Before I could respond, I felt a chill in my spine. Sort of like, when you know someone's watching you, but in my case, it feels a thousand times weirder.

"Guys, do feel that?" I asked, to no one in particular, and looked around us.

"Feel what?" Dad asked.

"I feel it, too," Neoma said, inching closer to me.

"Which direction is this camp?"

"That way," Uncle Henry pointed.

I ran.

I heard them calling after me, Neoma running after me and our parents running after us. I don't know why I ran, I don't know what made me; all I knew was that I had to.

After a few minutes of running, I stopped, out of breath, in front of some kind of arch that said Camp Half-Blood. 'Whoa, how the hell did I just do that?'

"What the hell, Lee! Running off into some random and unknown direction and not stopping until~" I cut Neoma's whining off.

"I can read that!" I said, pointing towards the arch sign.

"What, that's imposs~" she cut herself off this time, looking at the sign. Dad and Uncle Henry stopped a few steps behind Neoma.

"What's wrong?"

"We can read that sign!" Neoma and I said, pointing towards the arch. They looked at each other.

"That sign is Greek."

And then, darkness.

I woke up in a dimly lit room. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"Hello, Lee." A familiar wise voice called. I glanced to the direction the voice came from and saw,

"Mr. Brunner? What—where…I…did you~"

"Calm down, calm down, one at a time, dear." He warned. I took a deep breath and felt my body relax, but only just.

"Where are we?"

"Camp. Half-Blood." I squint in remembrance and confusion.

"O…kay, why are you here?"

"You could say that I'm…a teacher here, in more ways than one." Now, I furrow my brows in more confusion. I gotta say, the more questions I ask, the more confused I get.

"Where's my family?" For lack of a better and smaller term.

"Your Father and Uncle are safe. You cousin is currently…taking a tour."

"How long have I been out?"

"At least a few hours, maybe three or four."

I sat up, wanting to try and figure things out on my own, seeing as I doubt I'll be learning anything useful from Wheelchairs here.

It was some sort of infirmary, the room. There were rows of beds and nursing supplies to the side. But the eye opener was, they all dressed like they were straight from Greek mythology wars, or something.

"What kind of camp is this?" I resumed my questions.

"It's a camp for special~" I abruptly turned to him and yelled,

"You know what; I am so frigging tired of hearing that word! Alright, I want real answers! And what the hell does special even mean, anyway?" He just smiled softly and said,

"Take a walk with me, Lee."

We walked through the empty streets of the camp, completely silent. I wondered where the other kids were, but seeing as I havebeen asleep for the last three hours, and it was twilight when we saw the camp arch, I figured they were all asleep.

"You are curious."

"Huh?" I exclaimed, looking at him.

"You want to learn so many things at the same time, yet knowing the truth isn't what you desire."

"Okay, now, you really lost me." He stopped.

"Did you ever find it strange that two persons in the world both had ADHD and dyslexia, and those two were you and your cousin?"

"Well, I guess, for a little while. But what's that got to do with anything?"

"Only the fact that you aren't the only ones." Brow furrowing.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right, Lee. You and Neoma aren't the only persons in the world that have both of those ailments. And this camp is where those kinds of people are sent."

"Wait, wait, wait, 'kinds of people'? What are we, lepers, or something? And if this was some kind of…virus, wouldn't it have been in the news?" he chuckled and said,

"Ms. Paiman, please allow me one simple advice."

"What?"

"Ask those questions, which you want the answers of."

"What are we?" he smiled.

"That Ms. Paiman, is the right question."

"And what, Mr. Brunner, is the answer?"

"You… are a Demigod."

Whee, wasn't that exciting? I'm excited, too! Would you like a teaser?

There wasn't much special about him. He had a mop of dark brown hair, a little paler than usual skin-tone, and a lot cuter than average face. Although none of these—however significant they may be to his charming and attractive face—held any match to what I really saw. What I really saw were his eyes. No, they weren't weird, or even ugly, in fact…they were beautiful.

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