Just a heads up, what I'm about to tell you may sound Throw-Me-In-A-Rubber-Room Insane, but I'm telling you now, it's completely true. I'm what they call a "Half-Blood." We are the sons and daughters of Greek Gods and Goddesses. All those myths that come with them exist as well.

I'm sure I've had some encounters before-hand. Like that time I saw a Scaly Horse swimming in the sea, or that EXTREMLY huge dog in the woods. I was told I had an over active imagination, or it was my ADHD messing up my vision. I bought that for a while, at least until a few days ago.

I was at my school, Richmond City Prep; it was one of those Private Schools for the "mentally challenged" also know as a School for Crazy People. Over half of the student body complained, on a daily basis, about the birds calling them names or their pet snowman chilling at the beach while they were trapped here. I was probably the sanest person here, including the teachers. My History teacher treats us like dogs, and my English teacher wears tin foil hats and hordes canned food and water so when the aliens come she'll survive in her class room. Only this one girl, her name is Leona Burrowes, who is actually is almost sane. Except she always mutters about "the stench of monsters blocking his demi-god smells." If it weren't for that, or her leg disorder, or the weird eating habits, I'd say she was completely normal.

Anyways, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name's Quinn Hunter. I'm considered the "odd-ball" due to my silvery-white irises. Other than that I have blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. I'm not good at many things, I'm dyslexic so reading is hard, I've got ADHD so I can't stay sit still for too long, I suck at math. I pretty much can only do one good thing, Archery. I can hit any target, no matter how small or far the target is I always land an arrow where I want it. But, that really doesn't help at all. But let's start where it all began

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I was sitting in English class; my teacher had us read Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles. She claimed it would inform us on what the aliens would be like. There was a strange guy sitting in on the class today. He introduced himself as Mr. Mormon. What a weird name. "Anyways, class, in Bradbury's story there are aliens. Evil aliens to be exact, which is why your project is to bring me more cans and water so that when they come I will survive." The teacher said.

Leona leaned over and whispered "Yep, its official. She's an absolute nut job." I smirked.

The PA crackled to life "Uh, Mrs. Denise, can we see you in the office. Thank you."

As, she walked out she was muttering something about the jerks at the office wanting her survival supplies. "I'll be back momentarily; don't raid my supplies or detention for a month!" She said sternly, before leaving.

Mr. Mormon walked to the front of the class and asked "Who wants to leave school today?" The room erupted with cheers. They all flooded out leaving Leona and I in the room alone. "Oh, good, now were all alone!" he grinned evilly.

I noticed something about his smile. His incisors were long. His form shifted. He was no longer a trim brunette in a suit. He was filthy black haired vampire in what looked like leather armor.

Mrs. Denise walked back to the door. Mr. Mormon looked at her. She noticed the empty room "Where are my students?" Her eyes widened. "Oh no, THE ALIENS ABDUCTED THEM!" She screamed as she ran back they way she came.

Leona yelled "Quinn, we need to leave, NOW!" She started hobbling fast. I never knew someone with such bad legs could go fast. When her feet hit the ground, I heard the sound of Styrofoam crunching. I ran after her.

"What the heck is going on?!" I screamed as we made our escape from the vampire dude. "Why did our class sit in vamp out on us?!"

"He's not a vampire! He's a Mormo! A spirit in Greek Mythology used to scare children into being good or else it would bite them!" she replied.

I looked back to see Mr. Mormon following us. He was yelling "You have been bad children! You need to learn a lesson!" He snapped his jaws.

"Were these guys what evolved into what is considered a modern day Vampire?!" I asked.

"I don't know, it's worth a shot!" she replied. We reached the doors at the end of the hallway. I pushed them open as fast as I could. When we were in direct sunlight, I looked to see if he was still following us. He was nowhere in sight. "I think it worked." Leona grinned.

I was ready to reply, but a hand grabbed my arm and lifted me up. "Naughty child." He grinned "you need to be taught to be good." He pulled me towards his mouth. As I could feel his smelly breath, he stopped. His eyes widened in surprise. He looked down to see what looked like a sword handle sticking out of his gut. He started to crumble into golden dust. I fell to the ground and landed in a heap.

I picked myself up. Leona had picked up the sword. "What the…Did you…You killed him!"

She looked at me "Actually he's not dead, just…well…disappeared for a while. He'll be back."

"But…"

"Dude, calm down, we need to get you to camp." She walked to the nearest car, a convertible Mustang. She started working on opening the door.

I watched her work, but something didn't look right. I looked at her feet. Her shoes had fallen off, but she didn't have socks…or feet. Where her ankles should have been there was what looked like short hair. It was slightly overlapping…hooves? I noticed her jeans were ripped. It looked like they caught something. Where a person would have seen a normal leg was fur.

"Leona…Why do you have hooves and fur?" I asked. She looked down to her feet and the rip in her jeans. She walked around to the other side of the car. She stood for a moment. When she came around she was holding her jeans. I wasn't crazy after all. She had Horse legs. "Wait…Your half-horse?!" I had reached my limit of craziness for one day.

"Uh, no, that would be a centaur. I'm a Satyress, you know, a female half goat." She explained. "Look, I'll explain on the ride to Long Island, and we need to hurry before Mr. Mormon's friends find out we destroyed him." She pushed me in the car. While, she sat in the driver's seat, she started to hot wire the car.

"Uh, can I get some sort of an explanation on what's going on?!" I asked.

"What do you want to know?"

"For starters, why was that Moron…?"

"Mormo"

"MORMO trying to kill me?"

"You're a demi-god. You Dad or Mother was an Olympian God."

"You mean like Zeus and Poseidon and other stuff like that?"

"Well, yeah, though be careful how you talk about them. They are easy to anger." She explained. The car's engine jumped to life.

The radio kicked on "…and be on the lookout for two kids, one with Silver-White eyes and blonde hair on the run with a crippled brunette girl wearing a Neon orange hat. Suspects are considered dangerous. Reports say they made a teacher go insane and think they were related in an alien abduction of their class. Remember they have…" Leona shut off the radio.

"We need to move fast." She said. She pushed the gear into reverse and floored the gas.

"Whoa, slow down! I think I left my stomach back in the parking lot!" I cried. She threw it into drive without slowing down.

"I'm glad the Hephaestus cabin made this." She said pulling a device out of her jacket pocket. She placed it on the dash. It was a small box with a button on it.

"What's that?!" I yelled extremely worried.

"Our escape plan, it's supposed to make this car invisible and allow the atoms to go around solid objects." She said hitting the button.

"Wait, it makes us a LIQUID?"

"No, that'd be dangerous. It makes us a gas." She said as if it were to make me feel better. The car was running down the middle of the highway at almost 180. We approached a family wagon. I flinched expecting to hit it. We never did. I opened my eyes and realized we were bending around it. Leona's body was convexed to match the side of the family wagon.

"Okay, well if I am a Demi-god, who's my mother?" I asked. I realized I had to have been son to a goddess. My dad used to tell me meeting her was almost like magic. He always told me I had her eyes. I sort of hated her. My dad was such a nice guy, but he was having hard times getting money. He took up another job to pay for my school.

"I have no idea, your Mom should claim you, but they don't always claim you." She said.

"Oh, uh where exactly are we?" I looked out the window. When we left we were in Virginia when we left. Now it looked like we were in a big city. The buildings were tall; at least I think they were. We were going so fast they looked like someone poured bluish-grey paint on the window.

"Wow, this made the car go faster." She grinned manically. After enough sharp turns to make Jeff Gordon never want to go more than ten miles an hour, she slammed on the brake. We skidded to a halt in front of an extremely large tree. It had what looked like a gold rug on the lowest branch. "We're here!" she said.

"Uh where exactly is here!"

"Duh, Camp Half Blood."