Hi guys! So, this was on another account of mine, but I had forgotten my password and my email I used for that account so I made this account and then I remembered my password and stuff for my other account so now I have two and I don't know how to delete my old one but I figured how to delete this story and bring it on to here. It's been edited though so I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter One: A Five Year Old Tries to Kill Me

Have you ever had the feeling that your life was much more than you thought? Well mine was, and trust me, you don't want my life.

It all started when I ran away from home when I was eight, because my mother refused to speak about my father, and then one day she killed herself. Not wanting to go into foster homes, I did the only thing I could think of, I ran away, hoping to keep away from the authorities.

One night, I was cold and hungry. I was wandering down an empty alley, wishing that I had something to eat. Five days ago, for my birthday, I had some food from a dumpster in the back of a restaurant. It tasted relatively alright, and it had been the best I could find. Since then though, I'd only managed a few bites here and there.

And then I found hope in a dangerous child. There was a girl, with short brown hair, and she was small. She couldn't of been much older than five. The most dangerous thing about her though? what she was holding. I'm not sure where she got the knife, or who would let a five-year-old carry a knife, but she had one, and she knew how to use it. She pushed her short brown hair out of her eyes, and then she threw the knife at me. I ducked out of the way, and it was a good thing too, because the knife stuck in the wall right where my heart had been just a couple seconds ago!

I smiled at her, and said, "Hello, sweetie, what's your name?"

"I'm no sweetie," she responded. "The name's Anna, what's yours?"

"My name is Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy."

"Okay Roxanne," Anna said, smiling.

We've been best friends since. I was eight, and she was a deranged five-year-old who tried to kill me with a knife. But, we trusted each other, or at least enough to know we wouldn't kill each other.

After living on our own for six years, some weird guy found us and offered us safety. We were suspicious, of course, but were on the verge of starvation. Sure, we'd gotten better at getting food, and tricking people into giving us some, but it also got harder and harder because we could never go to the same place twice.

This guy had gruffy blonde hair, and wild green eyes. He walked a little funny, like he had a limp. He was wearing a green baseball cap as well.

"Hello," he said. "My name is Raymond. Would you like to go somewhere safe?" That made me very suspicious. One of the few things I remembered from when I lived with my mom was 'don't trust strangers. Especially if they offer you something too good to be true'. So, of course I didn't trust this guy.

"Safe from what?" Anna asked. For an eleven-year-old, she was still snarky, and she could still throw that knife. Which had come in handy a few times on our little adventure, as we'd been attacked by some weird people. Like that lady that seemed as though she had snakes for her hair, or that one guy who'd almost seemed like he could fly. Anna had gone through a lot of knives (and I'd thrown rocks at them. Because Anna won't let me touch a knife of hers).

"Monsters," Raymond responded. As though that really explained anything.

"Monsters?" I asked, sounding skeptical. What was this kid on? Because I knew drugs, as that was what my mom was on pretty much all the time. So if this kid was on drugs as well, I didn't want to deal with him.

At that moment, Raymond's green eyes froze with fear. He raised a shaky hand and pointed behind us. We turned around and saw a giant humanoid creature. It was basically human, except much, much, larger, and in the center of it's face was one round brown eye. Raymond shouted, "C-c-cyclops!"

"A what?" I asked. He simply pointed behind us again.

"Oh, crap," I muttered. I knew were were going to be screwed. Even with Anna's knife, because when she'd fought those other people, the knives she had just seemed to graze them. Or they ticked the people off. They never actually worked with killing them. Something told me that this monster was going to be worse.

Anna took her last knife out, and aimed upward. She still had incredible aim, and ended up hitting it dead center in the eye. I don't think it helped though, because the Cyclops picked the knife out of its eye, and threw it back at us. We all jumped out of the way. And then Anna's sea blue eyes stared at the knife with admiration. She ran to get it, and then pulled it out of the ground. As soon as she got it, the Cyclops grabbed her, and pulled her up to it's face, and looked about ready to eat her. Then, she threw the knife at the eyebrow, and he automatically dropped Anna. Together Raymond and I caught her. Then Raymond reached into his coat, and came out with a glowing bronze colored dagger. He handed it to Anna, and I looked at him expectantly.

"Sorry," he told me, shrugging his shoulders. "I thought there was only going to be one of you."

Anna looked at the dagger with admiration. Then she threw it at the cyclops' eye, and it bellowed a bit, obviously rather angry. Although, I couldn't say I blamed it. After all, I would've been ticked too if someone had thrown a dagger into my eye. It pulled this knife out too, and then it just kind of evaporated, and turned into dust. I was surprised that it had been defeated so easily, but I wasn't going to question it. We were lucky to be alive, that was for sure.

Raymond nodded to Anna, and then smiled. "Go get the dagger," he said.

I wondered what was he was talking about, but Anna went running towards the large pile of dust. She grabbed the dagger, and ran back to me and Raymond.

Anna held it by its handle, because the dagger was covered in Cyclops' goo. She tried to hand it back to Raymond, but he shook his head. "That's yours, keep it."

"Cool," Anna said, her eyes wide. She took and wiped the Cyclops goo on my shirt. I gave her a dirty look, but she didn't see it, because she was turning the dagger in her hand, looking fascinated by it. She grabbed out the knife guard she had, and put it on the dagger. It was a tight fit, but she must've decided it would do for now, because she stuck it in her pocket, blade down.

After she finished putting her new blade away, I looked at Raymond.

"What was that about?" I asked, pointing at the pile of Cyclops' dust.

"You're a demigod," Raymond stated plainly.

"A what?" Anna asked at the same time I demanded, "What the hell is a demigod?"