This is my first ever fanfic so be nice please - no hate though :L - but reviews would help me a lot. I don't know where this story is going to go but I'm just making it up as i go as is so constructive criticism and some ideas from more experienced writers would be a big help. Cheers in advance and have fun reading.

Before he found out who he was Gabriel Truman could be described as a fairly average 16-year-old boy. An only child without a dad, he achieved C's and B's in his exams continuously, spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on his unneeded rest and during school hours could usually be found either in the library or lying on the field. In fact you could say he seemed like the most unremarkable boy you'll ever see. Outside of the school grounds however he become someone else entirely...

Gabriel, or Truman as he prefered to be called, was quite tall, around 6ft-ish, with unkempt brown hair that he constantly had to flick out of his eyes and that dazed expression that would leave most people believing he's about to fall asleep. When not in school he'd spend most of his time is either jeans and a black, slightly scruffy up shirt, or camo gear, just to be original. His favourite activities included camping, annoying others and putting on a show for any bystanders who had the misfortune of meeting him.

Today he could be found at home, lying on his hammock - yes you heard me, his hammock - listening to music and reading a good book. Being lazy as usual. You see aside from his ADHD and strange personality being lazy was probably the strangest thing about him. He'd Spend all his days doing barely anything, maybe having the occasional go at a punch bag if he was annoyed, and still his body stayed in pristine condition. His Mates envied his ability to eat you out of house and home, and still walk around thin as a twig with six-pack abs but Truman just resented it. All his life he strived to be opposite of what everybody else was, to stick out from the crowd as "the awesome one". And here he was looking like every other shmuk, who spent their lives striving to look perfect, and he just wanted to be different. Today his mom was at a wedding or something and Truman thought he was going to be able to spend the rest of the day relaxing and slipping into his dream world.

Today however everything changed.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Truman rocketed out of his daze and nearly face-planted his bedroom floor when he heard the racket. He got up, patted down his messed up hair, and slowly walked towards the distant hammering downstairs.

"All right, all right, keep your hair on i'm coming!" God some people were so impatient. As he got to the Living room though he faltered. First off he noticed that somehow, in the middle of summer, the street out was completely deserted and there were storm clouds everywhere. Second the guy outside, who seemed to be trying to knock down his window, had horns.

Truman took a moment to breathe in through his panic, then decided he might as well see what the goat-man...thing wanted.

"Who are you and why do you have horns on your head" Truman shouted as he yanked open the door. Then he notice the fact that there was a miniture tornado coming down the street towards them. "Nevermind come in first then tell"

The Goat-man collapsed onto the floor as the door slammed shut behind him. As he got up Truman got his first chance to take in the Goat mans features. He was smaller than Truman, probably about 5ft 10", and seemed to be half, something. The top half looked normal. Well besides the horns. He looked like a hispanic teenager around 16-17 with a large cut across his right cheek, he had a bag slung over his shoulder, and an orange t-shirt covering his torso. His lower half however reminded him of a goat or donkey, hooves and all. "First things first, there is a nasty looking Anemoi Thuellai outside who wants to kill you and i have got to get you to camp before that happens".

"Sorry", The wind outside was beginning to get loud so Truman had to raise his voice, "What's an anenemi thwelua or whatever its called, what camp, and WHY DO YOU HAVE HORNS AND BLOOMIN' HOOVES!" Truman usually prided himself on staying calm under pressure alway living by the code 'man up and get over it', but this had caught him completely of guard. He felt almost seasick from the way the tornado was rocking the house now, he was staring at a Goat guy and this mornings triple decker sandwich was catching up on him.

The windows shattered around the two of them and the goat-man seemed to make a decision there and then. He stood up properly now, breathing in his stomach to look more confident than he probably felt. Looked Truman in the eyes and said "Don't worry I'll get us out of this but this may hurt". Truman stared blankly at him as the guy got a reed pipe from his bag.

Truman finally gave in to the panic inside of him as a monstrous hand, made of what seemed like a thunderstorm, took out the entire first floor above them. "what's that supposed to do? D'you think that if you play it a nice little song the tornado will blow away?"

"Just stay calm", He said in soft soothing tones as he raised the pipes above his head and kept his eyes away from the impending doom above them, "This will only hurt a bit." And with that the goat-man struck him over the head with the pipes and Truman collapsed like a rock.