So, that was sort of a cliffhanger, them running from the Cyclops! SO, here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2

Isabel's POV

As we ran, I got colder and colder. I wanted to stop, to ask what the heck was going on, to do something, but I couldn't. The thing was right behind us, getting closer. I wanted to know just what the thing was, but at the same time, I didn't.

"What do we do? We can't run forever, goat legs!" Xena yelled at Mason. He looked offended for a moment, then yelled at her, "I don't know! Block its path!" I groaned and shouted back, "With what?"

Apparently, I found the answer myself. A large branch hung loosely from a tree. Maybe, I thought, and yelled, "Mason! Do you still have one of your shoes?"

He nodded and tossed me one of his sneakers. Turning around, I threw the shoe as hard as I could at the almost broken of the branch. Thankfully, the branch snapped off and landed in the way of the thing. Finally, my good sense of aim came to be useful!

I turned away and continued to run away from the beast at top speed. "Nice one!" Xena grinned. "So, what now?" Mason seemed to consider her question for a moment. Finally, he asked, "Is there a car place near here, by any chance?"

We ran the whole way to the car dealer's, not looking back. I knew that the thing was still behind us, I had just slowed it down.

We hastily climbed into the first car we saw- a black car that had a price sticker in the window. I began to realize something. "We don't have the keys!" Xena and Mason began to realize that too, and Xena suddenly brightened. "I'll hot-wire it!" We stared at her. "What?" she asked. "I've hot-wired cars before."

Deciding not to question it further, Xena climbed out of the car, managing to hot-wire the vehicle quickly. She climbed back into the driver seat, knowing more about driving than Mason or I did, and pulled out of the lot.

So we were technically breaking the law, with theft and underage driving, but this was a life-or-death situation.

"Okay, so do you mind telling us what's going on?" Xena asked Mason, who sat shotgun with irritation. Mason fidgeted in his seat. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"Do you guys have anything… different about you?" We looked at him. "Well for starters, we're being chased down by… whatever that thing is," I retorted. "It's a Cyclops, and I mean do you guys have, like, ADHD or something?"

We stared in stunned silence. He just said that we were being chased by a Cyclops so casually that we almost missed it. After a minute, I replied, "Yeah, we both have ADHD and dyslexia. Why?"

"Because that's a sign," he muttered. "A sign of what?" Xena asked suspiciously. "A sign that you're demigods."

The car almost swerved off the road when he said that, but Xena quickly got the car back in line. "What?!" she shouted in disbelief. "Come again?"

"Look, do either of you guys not know one of your parents?" At the same time, we said, "Dad."

"Well, then that means that your fathers are gods. I'm not sure which ones, but we'll find out soon enough," Mason explained. I let that sink in. My dad, who I'd never met, was a god?

"What do you mean, my dad's a god?" I asked him. He turned from his seat to face me. "I mean that he's a Greek god that lives on Olympus."

I couldn't believe this. He had to be lying, right? It had always been my mom and I, so I just assumed that he had just left her. Oh god, my mom! What was she going to think when I wasn't coming home after school? My vision blurred, and tears began to roll down my cheeks. I loved my mom a lot, and I knew she would go crazy with worry if I just disappeared.

Xena must've seen me crying in the rearview mirror, because she said, "What? What's wrong?"

"My mom," I said quietly. Her eyes went wide, and she immediately understood.

She knew my mom, and she knew how my mom would freak out if I didn't come home. My mother was a beautiful woman- clear, fair skin, very skinny and fit, not very tall but not really short either, straight blonde hair, pretty brown eyes, and extremely kind. I loved her more than anything, and I knew she felt the same about me. Her name was Mariah Truan, so even her name was beautiful.

"We'll figure it out," she assured me. She turned to Mason. "Where are we going, anyways?" Mason squirmed in his seat and muttered something I couldn't understand. "What?" we asked in unison. "Um, please don't hurt me, but we need to go to Long Island. Long Island, New York."

After some colorful shouting from Xena, we decided that we'd lost the Cyclops, since he didn't seem to be around anymore. She pulled over so we could sleep some, since it was about sunset.

I fell asleep quickly, and I had a weird dream. I was standing in front of a board of photos, in what looked like some kind of jungle-like living room. All but two photos were blurred.

The first photo was a photo of six teenagers. Two looked older than all of the rest, and another girl looked younger than the rest. The two older teens were a boy and a girl.

The boy had messy raven hair and sea-green eyes. He wore a lopsided grin, and had his arm around the other older girl. She had her curly blond hair in a messy ponytail and stormy-gray eyes. She looked intense, like someone you don't want to mess with.

Another blonde boy stood with another girl that looked about his age to the right of the raven-haired boy. The blonde guy had electric-blue eyes and a scar on his lip. His arm was around the girl next to him. The girl was beautiful without trying. She had choppy brown hair that had small braids in it. Her eyes were a warm brown.

On the stormy-eyed girl's left were another girl and boy, the girl looking younger than the boy.

The boy had dark, almond-shaped eyes and was well-built. His hand rested on the shorter, younger girl's shoulder. The girl had chocolate skin, dark, frizzy hair, golden eyes, and looked a bit sad. (A/N: Leo isn't in the picture because the photo was taken after his death)

In the second picture, there was a large group of kids. I couldn't make out all of the faces, but I gasped when I saw two that I recognized- mine and Xena's.

Before I could see anymore, the dream changed. I was in a grassy area, I could tell, because I was laying in it. Two faces were looking down at me. They were crouching by me, a boy and girl.

The boy was a bit scrawny, and had unruly blonde hair and silver glasses over his gray eyes. A look of pure fear and worry was on his face.

The girl looked about the boy's age, but she looked kind of like a DJ. Her choppy hair was dyed light purple, and she wore dark makeup, making her violet-colored eyes stand out.

They looked scared. I tried to move, to speak, but I couldn't. I just watched as a tear fell down the girl's cheek.

Before I could see more, the dream faded, and I woke to banging and screaming. I looked out the car window, and found myself screaming too. We were being attacked.