Demigod of the Unknown
*Chapter One*
I Fight My First Monster
Hello, my name is Travis. If you want me to describe who I am, I'd say spooky. Everywhere I go, I get stalked. Once, I swear, he had one eye. Another I could've sworn had wings. Another… well, her head was snakes. Yeah, creepy. My family and friends say I'm a retard for saying these things. I don't think I am crazy. My mom doesn't know who my father is. She said, just one day she was pregnant. She says the day before she talked to a man and he passed through whom, but she doesn't think he is the father.
I get kicked out of school…a lot. Once for saying my teacher had horns. My life stinks.
Now that you know a little about me, let's start the story…
It started when I was walking down the lonely streets of which I lived. Trash blew across my feet. This was a nasty, dirty place to be. Manhattan is disgusting. The smell of a thrown-up hamburger filled my nose. What a stench! I can't wait to get home so I can get away from the dirtiness.
I entered our luxury house. My mom rushes to brush my hair from my face, to reveal my pale blue eyes. "You look beautiful!" she said.
"You KNOW I don't" I reply, walking up to my room. I walk into my bedside balcony, and look over the streets. I wonder who my father is. I look at the sign I practice reading with, but it still comes out as: hcpis, hetre oogd. I hate my dyslexia. I'm also ADHD. It's so weird. My only friend, Jake climbed to my pane.
"What up, Trav?" he asked jumping in my room.
"Just regular life" I responded.
"Dude, soon I'll show you, take you to a place were everyone is like you" assured Jake.
"When? You've been promising that for ages! WHEN?" I roared.
"When your mom says you're ready" said Jake.
"She won't let me go. She says I need to find my powers. I'm just a normal guy" I say with a shake of my head.
"No, you aren't. You're not a regular guy. It'll make sense" he said walking from my balcony.
"Dude, come back. Let's talk" I say. We sit down on my bed and he pulls out a pocket knife.
"You might need this" he says , putting it in my hand. I start to take out the small blade but he stops me. "Only take it out, when you are being stalked"
"What? A pocket knife will kill the stalker?" I asked.
"Surprisingly, yes" said Jake, nodding.
"Right" I say putting it in my pocket.
"I'm gonna go raid your fridge. I'll be back" he said walking out. Only reason he talked to me is because we are alike in everyway. We have dyslexia, ADHD. The whole package.
I walked down stairs to see Jake and my mom at a table talking.
"Let him go" said Jake.
"He can't face his destiny! He's just a boy, Jake!" my mother replied.
"So am I. I am taking him after school tomorrow" said Jake standing up.
"You do and I'll have a knife in your neck" my mother said, her face boiling red.
"He has to save us…from his father" said Jake.
"We can't tell him who is father is. Zeus doesn't even know who he is!" my mother cried.
"Well, he must know" he said walking my way. I climb through a hole in the roof to my room so he wouldn't be suspicious.
"Back" he said, dumping himself on my bed.
"I see that" I said.
"So, ready to go to camp?" he asked.
We loaded our stuff in his parent's car and we headed off. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"Camp I told you" he said.
"Which camp?" I asked, getting annoyed.
"The camp for special people…like us" he said biting into his greasy burger.
"Doesn't tell me anything" I whisper. We drive through Manhattan. Seeing how clean other places are, makes me depressed. I look at Jake like he's crazy but he gives me a reassuring smile.
"So, ready for camp?" he asked driving into the woods.
"DUDE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I roared as we dodge a tree.
"Getting you to camp!" he responded. Our car was picked up from the ground and thrown. I drag myself out through the shattered window and saw a man with a bull head." GET OUT YOUR KNIFE!" roared Jack. I pull out the three foot blade and I can't stop staring at it. "KILL THE THING!"
I swiped and missed. The thing laughed so I jumped on it's back. He swatted at my like I was a fly, so I jabbed the blade into it's neck. It roared and exploded into gold dust. I fell hard to the ground, and stood up glisening in gold sparkles. I look at a sign with this: Στρατόπεδο Μιγάς. The words rearrange and say: Camp Half-Blood.
"Whoa" I say, walking in.
Just to tell you, I might not continue this. It really depends on what YOU think. Tell me what you think, and please, don't sugar coat it if it's a flame. Please check out A Diffrent One if you get the chance. Sam is a great authoress and that's the story were I got the insperation to write this.
-Derek