Chapter 1
I was sitting on a bench at the park in front of my house in Dallas wearing my favorite pair of dark washed jeans, dark green converse and simple black hoodie, minding my own buisness when what looked like a really buff man with a big head…No…As it came closer...Actually it looked like the Minotaur…

Yes, I know what that is, I'm not crazy, just good with history. Anyway, the Minotaur jumped on me. All it was wearing was some tighty whitys. I remembered from last years history class that the Minotaur had terrible eyes. It relied on it's sense of smell. I sidestepped, like I had seen bullfighters do, and it worked. Sadly, the monster had managed to cut my leg, when I hadn't moved fast enough, with it's horn. The cut, which was bleeding pretty bad hurt a lot. The monster charged at me angrily since I turned the tables on it. The monster was close enough to touch. I grabbed it's horn to give me leverage and jumped on his back. In the process of riding piggy-back on the Minotaur the arm of my hoodie were ripped off.

I was still riding Mr. Big-head, as I decided to call him, when a teenager, probably about 16 or 17, ran up to me. He was wearing Jeans and a "Green Is My Favorite Color" T-shirt. He also had a knife in his hand. He kicked off his red sneakers and instead of having feet he had hoofs. The strange goat-dude ran up to me. He had a knife in his hand, looking for a clear shot at the monster. "Throw it!" I screamed. Thankfully he didn't hit me when he threw the knife. I cought the golden weapon and stabbed the Minotaur in the neck making it turn into gold dust. No blood. Nothing…

"You okay?" The teenager asked as he pulled me up off the wet grass. He had kinda reddish-brownish hair and a little stubble on his chin, "About as good as I could be, after being attacked by one of the worst monsters in Greek mythology." I muttered as I cought my breath. I was really creeped out by the monster-into-gold-dust thing and having a random teenager come up to you with a knife isn't exactly relaxing.

I had three long slashes along my abdomen, because, sadly my hoodie did not protect me, at all, from being thrown around so much, and a few scrapes on my upper arms and thighs. I had stabbed it before it could do any more serious damage, my leg was the problem. It was still bleeding pretty badly.

"You know Geek myths?" I heard him ask but decided to ignore him. "Thanks" I said suspiciously, I mean, after all it was 3 Am, he had just appeared out of nowhere with a knife and he had hoofs. The goat man looked down self-consciously, and silence followed. I stared at him as he stared at the ground until he finally said "I'm Grover" "Cristi" I replied still very suspicious. I looked at Grover "Why are you out this late?" he chuckled "I should be asking the same thing. How old are you?" "Just turned 13…" I looked at him expectantly but he didn't answer the previous question, "Did you see the monster?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "Yeah," I said as if it was no big deal. I don't think I did a good job. "Look, my leg really hurts-" I stopped my sentence when he pulled a cloth bandage and a graham cracker out of nowhere. He nodded and took my hand, which I shook off, and led me back to the bench.

He wrapped the cloth around the gash and told me to eat the graham cracker. It tasted like my dad's chocolate cake. When I asked for more he just shook his head, "Maybe later." After a few minutes he broke the silence, "You know don't you?" He asked, "Know what?" I half teased half seriously asked.

He explained how the Greek gods still existed, and had kids and how monsters hunted these kids, which didn't surprise me at all. I had always secretly thought they existed and even prayed to them every one in a while. During this little talk I realized my scratches had stopped bleeding and my cut didn't make me want to die anymore. With that, I also realized I was covered in dirt and dried blood.

After he was done, I thought for awhile and finally asked "What does this have to do with me?", even though I thought I already knew the answer. For some reason I felt like I could trust this guy, like I knew he was telling the truth. I wanted to see what he would say.

Grover glanced at me before asking "Do you feel like one of your parents isn't your real one?" You could tell he was hiding something and the fact that he wasn't telling me the whole story was really annoying me. I decided to make him explain later. I had a feeling we would be talking a little longer. "Yeah," I said letting the subject in my mind drop, "My mom, everyone says I act and look like my dad," Grover gave me an understanding look "Ya know how gods have kids? Well they're called demigods," "Like Perceus," I said smiling and nodding "Yeah, like Perceus," Grover had that sparkle in his eye that you get when there's a private joke going around.

With all the demigod, and god talk going on, I had put the pieces together. "You're saying I'm a demigod." I sounded all chill but secretly I wanted to shout,"HELL YEAH! I KNEW IT!" "Demigods go to Camp Half-blood where monster can't hurt them." When he said that I turned my head so he couldn't see my face "So I can go?" I asked softly. "Yeah, I thought I was gonna have to drag you there but yes, I'll take you." He turned my head so that I was facing him again. I grinned "When do we leave?".

We left a note to my parents about an hour later saying that I'm going to a camp with some of my friends on the door and then Grover called two pegasi to take us to New York. Grover never mentioned that Camp Half-blood was in New York but I assumed since the Greeks were in the east side of Byzantium and the Romans were in the west. Hence Greeks in New York. There was also the hint he gave me when he said that the camp was near The Empire State Building. That helped.

The pegasus I was riding on was Black, was really sweet, but also had an attitude. Grover's was a sandy-peachy color with a few dashes of white. On the trip to Camp Half-Blood I also talked to the pegasi, an ability I had known since the day I started talking. I talked to animals before I talked to people.

The pegasus I was riding told me his name was Blackjack. The whole way to Camp Half-Blood he talked about the second titan war. He filled me in on a lot of the stuff that Grover "forgot" to mention.
I can't wait to all the heroes that Blackjack talked about.

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