My name is Ryan Ranger. I didn't know who I was until I arrived at Camp Half Blood and neither did my stepbrother, Cody Wallace. And the Fates love to screw with my family and me.
I am 15 years old and my stepbrother is 15 as well. We are from Minnesota. His mom married my dad 10 years ago. So Cody and I have gotten very fond of each other. We shed blood and sweat together. He has got my back and I got his. And this is my story.
One day my stepbrother and I were getting ready to go on a vacation to Georgia to hunt wild boars when my stepmother called down, "Ryan, Cody honey, are you ready to go yet? We got the taxi waiting."
"Yes mom were on our way down the stairs," called Cody.
After we threw our bags in the trunk, Cody and I tried to get comfortable in the back seat. "Man, I can't wail 'til we get there. I wanna spear a boar so bad," I said.
"Me too man. This is gonna be great," said Cody.
"I can't wait to see the look on Dad's face when we get one before him."
My stepbrother and I shared a good hardy laugh. Him and I talked about this all the way to the airport, through the terminal, and on the airplane.
When the airplane touched down and after we spent half an hour looking for our luggage we finally went to our cabin that my Dad rented for the week. Dad finally said, "Well, I assume that you two will be hunting partners."
"You bet," said Cody.
"Ok then. Choose your own spear," Dad started, "Oh ya! Watch out for those tusks on, they can be pretty fierce."
"Those boars wont stand a chance against me and Cody," I said confidently.
My Dad gave Cody and me his proud smile and said, "I'm so proud of you two. If you boys do get in to trouble you can call me on my cell phone."
With that he gave me my stepmother's cell phone.
"Now get going you two, you're burning daylight," said Dad.
After we grabbed our spears Cody and I headed out, but how were we supposed to know that we weren't going to come back.
