Did I ever expect this to happen? No. Did anyone? Not in a million years. I am Jonah Falls. You see, I'm basically reckless, and have the attention span of a nat. I almost always win at capture the flag because I don't have the patience to wait, so I am always the first person to draw their sword. By now I am really wishing it was more of a challenge to win. Almost everyone I know has ADHD, so for me to be more impatient that anyone I know, it has got to be bad. I know I just used the term 'draw my sword' in a loose and average sentence. And I know that anyone in their right mind would think I was crazy and try to avoid me. Trust me, I know. But the thing is that I'm not in my right mind, and no one around me is normal. We are what you call your average demigods. But even for a demigod, I am insane and different.
At times I wish that I could tell you that I was a normal demigod. You know, a son of Apollo, Demeter, Ares, or Athena? Those are the most common parents at camp half blood. But to be totally honest, I'm not. I don't feel any different from the other kids, but it doesn't matter. People treat me differently. My best friend Finn tells me that even when I am a mile away, anyone can tell that I am a threat. But he's dramatic and also adds that I send chills down other demigod's spines. He is kidding, of course, but sometimes it seems like it could be true. I am clearly unusual. My eyes aren't exactly what you would call normal either. They're clear, and I mean seriously clear. I have extremely tan skin and dirty blond hair which is always spiked no matter what I do. The worst part though, was that I hadn't been claimed. See, when a new demigod appears on Camp grounds, their godly parent is supposed to claim them within a week. I had been here over two years and I hadn't even gotten a small sign to even say that I was a son to anyone. Yes, the rumors were spread that I was a child of one of the big three, but I don't think so. Something about all of these other children seems so different from me. I had met kids of the big three. The only one I knew really well was Percy Jackson. Over this summer he had disappeared, but I hear he is part of an elaborate quest that is now going on. Percy is the son of Poseidon, and he's a good friend, but he was much more outgoing and spends all his time in the ocean, while I have no connection whatsoever to water. Finn was Hermes' son, and I was tempted to pretend I had gotten a sign saying I was claimed by Hermes. But something told me not to do it. I just had this feeling that I wasn't a son of any ordinary god. I knew from the start that I wasn't Poseidon's son, because like I said before I have no connection or desire to be by the water. Zeus couldn't be my father; I can't stand airplanes and am terrified of lightning. But at the same time, I am so petrified by death that thinking about it makes my stomach churn. Are you confused now? Multiply that feeling by ten and you'll see a fraction of my confusion. But I had gotten used to it, until it started all over again. The recurring dream I can't get rid of.
I was standing on top of a mountain, and I heard screaming over the side. I ran over to help and saw a young girl with Silver eyes and dark brown hair, holding onto the ledge. A voice cackled and a large body leaned over her. I caught the fear in her eyes, and they reflected the man's face. But it wasn't a man, not even human. It had fangs and one eye, with a snake tongue and pale blue skin. It reached down and grabbed onto one of the girl's fingers, letting go almost immediately. Suddenly I realized what was happening, he was going to let her fall. I yelled and tried to draw my sword, but I couldn't make any sound, and my weapon was gone. "You brought this on. You broke it yourself." The creature grabbed her final finger, and she fell, screaming the most pained scream I had ever heard. The creature turned and faced me. "You're next Falls." The screaming stopped, and I heard a terrifying mix of bones cracking. The creature cackled, and everything went dark.
Naturally I wake up screaming and sweaty, just one more wonderful perk of being a demigod. Oh yeah, and the dreams usually mean something, and are actually happening somewhere. If you are able to just read this for entertainment, I ENVY you with all my heart. So by the looks of it, it was about noon and a crowd was gathered in front of my cabin. I live in the leftover cabin meant for children who had just arrived, but it was rare anyone made it past their first dinner without being claimed and sent to their rightful cabin. So again, it was known to belong to me. Everyone seems to like me well enough, but Finn is really the only one who I feel like I can really talk to. I turn my attention back to the crowd and realize that a new demigod must have arrived. Why else would so many people be crowding around my cabin? I slide off my bed and yawn, and then walk to the door to see what is going on.