Chapter 1

Look, I didn't want to be a half- blood.

If you're reading this thinking you might be one, my advice is - Get out of here now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's a fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages – If you feel something steering inside – Get out of here immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time they sense it, too and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Finally. Winter vacation. I really got tired of Yancy Academy.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Andromeda. I'm 15 and I live with my father at St. Regis Hotel in Mannahattan. Well, at least when he's with me. My dad has sea green eyes, like me, and jet black hair, again, like me. He's tan and tall. He can't be with me all the time, so here I am, in my… Whatever, I stop counting after my seventh boarding school. I opened the hotel room with my card. Presidential Suite. I hate being rich, but I gotta admit, sometimes it's really fun.

"Dad?" I called while I walked in. "Hello?"

No answer. Great. He's at work again. He promised he would be here. He promised we'll drink hot coco, and watch a movie, like we used to. Ughh, I should've known.

I walked into my room, threw my navy blue backpack on the double bed. I wore my pink and blue plaid pajamas pants and a blue singlet and gathered my hair into a ponytail. I walked to my dad's room. I looked on the desk. A couple of books with black binding rested there. I opened the upper one. What the hell is that? Even with my dyslexia I knew that this isn't English. It all looked like… Ancient Greek. Why does my dad has Ancient Greek books? I mean, I've always knew he loves Greek mythology, but I didn't think he can understand it. I knew he read it because he marked stuff.

"Andy?" The door closed. I closed the book and rushed to the door.

"Dad! I knew you'll be here!" I jumped at him.

"Of course I am, little mermaid. I promised you. Look, I brought 'Clash of the Titans', 'Star War', 'Lord of the Ring', '300' and 'Troy'. What do you want to watch?" He looked at me with his sea green eyes, my eyes.

"Um… I don't know, I feel like watching 'Clash of the Titans'."

"OK, just put it on the DVD player, and I'll go take a shower and make some hot coco." He kissed my head.

"Love you," I said.

"You know I love you more," He winked.

I put the DVD on the player and waited. I loved watching Greek mythology movies with my dad because he always corrected the movie. I mean, the whole thing with Medusa, he said that it wasn't Poseidon's fault that Athena is an over reacting psycho. Oh, and the thing with the Kraken… Yeah. He said that it's just a myth, and Poseidon decided by his self to attack Argus. He says that Poseidon doesn't take any orders from Zeus. It's always Poseidon, Poseidon, Poseidon. If I didn't know else, I would've thought he's Poseidon. Yeah, like that's possible. Although I like the gods, and I want them to be real, the gods are gone. Those are just myths. But my name is Andromeda, so who knows, right? I looked at my golden seashell necklace. It had a blue green pearl in it. Dad says that this way I can always find home. I still don't know what he means, but it's beautiful.

"Are you ready?" He brought two hot coco glasses and some popcorn.

"You know I am!"

"OK, pop quiz first. Who is the hero in this myth?"

"Perseus." I answered quickly.

"Correct. And he is…"

"A demigod."

"Right. Son of…"

"Zeus."

"The saver of…"

"Uh… Argus and Princess Andromeda."

He smiled. "Nice. I see that you listen to my lectures," He laughed.

"Well, you just lecture too good, sir," I laughed.

"I know I am. Now let's watch the movie."

I wrapped the blanket around me and leaned on my dad. Finally some quality time with him.

When the movie was over, I was almost asleep. Dad carried me in his arms and put me on the bed. He covered me with the blanket, and I released a slight smile. Everything was perfect. All though my mom left us, I am perfectly happy with my dad. Who needs her?

"Good night, little mermaid. I hope that someday you'll forgive me."

My eyes opened at once. It's a good thing that he's in my other side. What is he talking about? Forgive him? About what?

He walked out of the room and closed the door. I sat. What was that?