I'm blind.

Yeah, you read that right. I'm blind. Just getting that out of the way.

"But, Donoma," you might ask, "It wouldn't be a good story if the main character is blind! Who would read a story like that?"

Well, you, apparently. You clicked on the story. Now you're reading it. Hooray.

But, really, how am I supposed to know? I'm blind. Did I not emphasize that enough?

Well, you could say I'm visually blind. Occasionally, I see things. In my mind. Yeah, with colors and shapes and all. So, I do know what the color red looks like. It's… well, I can't explain it. It's red.

And I know what people look like. Sometimes, I get glimpses of the future—random things of people doing things and saying things—and then, what do you know? —it happens. Or, I hear it, at least.

Four out of five senses. Not bad. Eighty percent isn't bad at all.

Are you kidding? Of course, it's bad! You don't know how lucky you are, having all your senses intact… well, I don't know how you are. But, probably, you have all of yours good and well.

If you don't? If you're deaf, or blind like I am, or gods, don't have a sense of smell or something? Congratulations. You're me.

It's ironic, I'd think, that my name means "sight of the sun". Haven't heard of the name before? Look it up. It's true. No, seriously. Go onto google or something and look.

I'm guessing you want me to go onto the story now. You don't appreciate good exposition, do you? Fine. Let's go.

Summer is my favorite part of the year. I don't have to read or do what other people tell me to do. I get to relax under the sun and feel the heat on my arms and hear the birds chirping and smell the freshly cut grass. But school, school is a struggle. Pretty much all the things in school are difficult for me.

You think it's hard reading something in a different language? Struggling to be bilingual? Well, try writing an essay with your eyes closed.

So, you can imagine the relief I felt on the last day of seventh grade, when I knew it was only seven more hours until summer. I worked on my papers as hard as I could, though they kept blowing away for some reason.

At around two in the afternoon, someone tapped me on the shoulder, notifying me that they were about to tell me something. "School's almost over," he said. It was my friend Oliver. My friends have said that he was the most handsome boy in our class, but I've only seen him once or twice in my visions. As far as I knew, he had dark skin and black curly hair, but that's all I remembered.

A couple moments after, there was a ringing. Well, more like a siren. Like a fire alarm, but really loud. Much louder than what you would think. As the "beep, beep, beep" resonated through my eardrums, I thought, "Why does it have to be my sight that's gone?"

"URGENT WEATHER WARNING" I heard over the chaos. It must have been part of the alarm. "DO NOT EXIT SCHOOL UNTIL FIVE PM."

Ugh, I thought. Just great. The message repeated until my ears burned.

Then, there was a slam. It came from the side of the room—the door. Someone had entered the room. Because I have no sight, I'm much more perceptive with my other senses—I have to be.

Someone said, "Dean, Donoma, Oliver. Get out here, now." I didn't recognize the voice, but I could tell that it was female. "Notus is angry."

Oliver and I rushed out. I had gotten well controlling myself, even without vision. I had to make the most of my touch. Oliver helped control me in getting out the door. I didn't hear heavy footsteps following us—Dean wasn't there.

"Dean," the person said. "You heard me, get out here."

"Why should I? I don't know you," Dean growled. If anyone in the class was a bully, it was him.

The person cleared her throat. "Get out here."

"Fine," said Dean. I could hear the chair rustling, and footsteps.

Oliver grabbed my wrist and guided me through what I assumed was the hallway. I had to walk faster to keep up with his pace. "Who are you?" I asked the person.

"My name is Piper. Nico's out waiting. Explain later," she said. Oliver quickened his pace. I was practically running now.

Oliver suddenly stopped. I felt the ground. It was cushiony… we were outside? Wind pounded against my body. I shivered. "Isn't it supposed to be summer?" I asked no one specifically.

"Notus," said Piper. The name sounded important… I couldn't tell if she was bowing or scowling or what.

That's when I got a vision. Standing in front of me, in the fierce wind, was a man with bronze skin and shaggy white hair. The winds swirled around his body. He wore something that looked like a white rag, but fashionable—I recognized it from my Greek history unit as a chiton. It had been described to me the exact same way. Over his head he wore a wreath of withered barley—I was surprised I recognized it.

I swiveled around to get a good look of Piper. She was maybe two, maybe three, years older than I was. She had brown hair that she put in some kind of braid. Her eyes—I don't know. It might have been me, but it was all the colors that I had seen before. Then, everything went back to black. The vision ended after maybe four seconds.

"Why do you need them?" Piper asked—I assumed—Notus.

"I bear a message from Zeus," said a voice I hadn't heard before. Since I didn't recognize it, I guessed that it was this Notus guy. "He says that you must pay for the theft of the Golden Bow,"

"Wait," Piper said. "They didn't do it. They probably don't know that they're demigods yet."

"I see," said Notus. "Well, the God of Thunder will not let you get off that easily. You will have six days, maximum, to find this out. It must be you. You are the only ones suitable. Dismissed." I heard a great whoosh.

"Notus is gone," Oliver whispered in my ear—he knew I couldn't see it.

"Is he a magician or something?" I whispered back.

"No," said Oliver. "He just… vanished. The winds swirled around him and poof."

"Ugh," said Piper. "This is just great. Nico, let's go."

"Wait," I interrupted. "I never saw Nico. Who's that?"

"I'm right here, you know," said a new voice. "We're leaving."

Oh, he didn't know. "I'm—" I didn't have time to complete my sentence. I heard a whoosh, and I felt tingly, and that was that.

A/N: So, do you like the story so far? Review and tell me what you think!