The Orphan Demigod

Chapter II

"There! In!" the girl yelled while pointing at a blue van with it's back doors open, poised for an escape. I was a little wary of getting in a suspicious van, but the alternative was being eaten alive by three werewolves, so I didn't question it and simply hopped in. The van floored it out of the parking lot and onto the highway, with the wolf-men only fifteen feet behind. The van was surprisingly quick, and we lost the beasts within around thirty seconds, closing the doors as we did so.

"I suppose you have some questions." She was surprisingly calm and wasn't panting, despite running for about 75 yards. In fact if I didn't know better, I wouldn't have thought she'd been running at all.

"No, I completely understand what just happened!" I spat sarcastically while panting heavily. I wasn't fat, or even chubby, in fact I was slim, but I'm no sprinter.

"I'd be a little nicer to the girl who just saved your life."

"I-I'm sorry. Thanks by the way. I guess my first question is WHAT THE HELL?!"

"You're going to have to be a little more specific."

"Okay, then why was a teen-aged navy seal waiting outside of a racetrack for me to be attacked by a freaking werewolf?!"

"I'm not a seal. Was that an insult?"

"Uh...," I decided to not question it. "Why were you there when you were?"

She stared into my gray eyes, as if trying to look into my soul, with her shades now removed to reveal amber eyes..

"Why was a fifteen year old demigod with ADHD and dyslexia at a horse track, betting.

What had she just called me?A demigod. I'd learned about them in history last year in grade nine, but there was no way I was one. I did have ADHD, but I did not have dyslexia. I knew, because I'd been able to read the racing form my whole life.

"I asked you first," I jabbed, dodging her question.

"And I can push you out of this van. You answer first."

I sighed, defeated. "I never knew my mother. My Dad took care of me until a few months ago, when he died in a drunk driving accident. He never drafted a will, and I got nothing. I bet to support myself now. I suppose it must seem risky, and even stupid to you. But it's the only thing I know how to do. I have an uncanny ability to win games of chance. It's one of the only thing my father and I ever spoke about."

Her expression changed from curious to sympathetic. "I'm so sorry." She looked away, and spoke again, her tone more sad now. "I've been following that Lycanthrope for days now. I'm on a quest of three- oh how rude of me. Our driver is Shane, son of Hephaestus, who built the van."

"Hey," grunted a voice from the driver's seat.

Before I could respond, the girl continued, "and Connor Stoll, son of Hermes."

His voice seemed more caring. "Hello, Felix."

"Greetings," I replied, trying to sound eloquent but came out nerdy.

"Anyways, we knew it was tracking something, and we followed him to you," she explained.

"You still haven't told me your name, girl who saved my life," I stated.

"I'm Ginny, daughter of Athena." She was obviously lying.

"I doubt you're the girl from Harry Potter, though you do look similar." I grinned.

She chuckled. "Fine, I'm Kat, daughter of Athena," she said with a smirk.

"Her name is Sophie, and she is a daughter of Athena." Connor called from shotgun. Sophie continued to spit a hundred curses in what I guessed was ancient Greek at Connor. I couldn't help but laugh, and Sophie hit my arm. She sat back down on the opposite side of the dark van and re-initiated eye contact.

"Where are we going, Sophie?" I asked the supposed daughter of the wisdom goddess, though I was still in disbelief.

"You'll see when we get there," she replied bluntly, and I sensed I shouldn't push.

"My next question is: do you have a bandage; or some medicine. This scratch is killing me." She opened a small box which I hadn't noticed in the dark of the van. She wrapped gauze around my arm, and picked out a small square.

"Here, eat this."

I inspected it carefully, wondering what it was. "What is it?"

"Ambrosia. No more questions, just eat it. It'll make you feel better."

Warily, I ate the small square. It- it tasted like caramel popcorn, my favourite treat. Immediately after swallowing the treat, the pain disappeared. From my arm, from the scrapes from my fall, and from my elbow which took most of the pain when the werewolf sent me flying and I landed. I fell asleep a few minutes after that, and had a terrible nightmare.

One where I was in the streets of Prague, Italy, holding a sword. The cobblestone streets and stucco houses, along with a fountain in the middle of a plaza were a giveaway to where I was. Chairs from cafes were overturned. Shops were abandoned. I scanned the rest of the scene. I noticed Sophie unconscious on the side of the street. She was covered in blood. Another teen I didn't recognize tended to her. Most importantly, in front of me across the plaza, stood a woman, about a foot taller than me, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. She wore a white tunic, and spoke in loud but seemingly evil tones.

"FELIX JONES. I OPPOSE YOU IN EVERY WAY, AND BECAUSE YOU STAND IN MY WAY, YOU SHALL DIE!"

Anger flowed through me. I charged and raised my golden sword. I charged at the woman, bounding through the fountain but when I reached the other side, she was gone. Just as I felt a shooting pain in my side, undoubtedly from a blade, the dream went black.

"Wake up Felix!" Sophie was shouting. "Get up you fool!".

I jolted up from the truck floor. Panting, I was drenched in sweat. "Where the hell are we?" I asked wearily as sun filtered in through the open van doors.

"Your new home. Camp Half-Blood."

A/N: Yeah, I know there wasn't a lot of action in this chapter, but I felt I should build up a story. There will be action in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and please give me some constructive criticism in the reviews. It would make my day!