I don't remember what happened after that. All I know is about a few hours later I woke up in the passenger seat of some guys car. Sad to say I freaked out a little. That's right, that's the kind of guy I am. Get cornered by a monster that wants to kill you and stare at it while you call it cool, wake up in an unfamiliar car with no idea how you got there and have a mental breakdown. Makes perfect sense right?

Well anyways when I finally got my wits about me, (Haha, wits. I like that word. Wit wit wit wit wit…) I took a look around and noticed I was in the passenger side seat of a cop car.

I didn't have any cuffs on so I wasn't under arrest. Instead I looked at the driver seat. Had to be someone operating the care right? Well yeah only half right. It was a someone, but what I was concerned with was the something the someone was. "Officer Roger… you're a… a…"

"Don't say goat."

Since he said that my only reasonable course of action was to bleat like one. I don't think he was very appreciative of that but oh well. "Okay, so you're a goat man. Sounds about right. And if you're a goat man then that means that what I just saw was-"

"That was Mormo. He's an ancient monster that eats misbehaving children." He shot me an evil glare. "Course just like any monster if he smells a Demigod he's going to come after him."

"So which am I? One of these demigod's or a misbehaving kid?"

"You're both!"

"Fair enough. So I'm a demigod? Half human, half god. You mind telling me which gods we're talking about here?" Mind you I've never been a very religious person. I've been is so many different foster homes with so many different beliefs I stopped trying to figure out which one was right. As a result I guess I ended up with a pretty open mind.

"Greek."

"The GREEK gods? Like Zeus, and Poseidon and Hades? That's awesome!"

"Seriously? You're glad about that? You realize there are dangerous monsters and stuff talked about all the time in those old stories right?"

Okay I'll admit I was a bit more freaked than I was letting on, but in my defense I was a bit of a videogame junky. I loved playing games that involved magic and monsters and swords and stuff. I guess I'd always been hoping for this and now that it was actually happening I was more excited than I was scared. "Yeah I am honestly. Hey how'd we get away from this Moron guy?"

"It's Mormo, and we… well look behind us."

So I did. Now I'd like to say that I took the sight well but I didn't. I screamed. Mormo was following us, flying down the highway at top speed and he was gaining on us. A few more minutes and he'd catch up completely.

I spun back around into the front seat. "Isn't there anything we can do?!" I asked.

"I don't suppose you know how to use a bow do you?"

"Not at all."

"Well now's as good a time as any to learn. There's one in the backseat, try using it. Who knows, maybe you're a child of Apollo and you're really good at this."

I doubted that. Still though, didn't hurt to give it a try. I picked up the quiver and slung it around my waist then picked up the bow. For some reason the car had a skylight so I popped the top off and stood up. At the sight of me Mormo's rapid movements suddenly became more careful. He wasn't any slower, but he wasn't taking any chances. Guess he didn't know I didn't know how to use a bow.

Anyways I pulled an arrow out of the quiver and notched it. I felt weird all of a sudden. The bow felt light in my hand, but steady at the same time. The world slowed around me as I pulled the string back. Everything was so quiet. I knew the wind was whipping past me but I couldn't hear it or feel it. I just knew that the draft from the car would help my arrow to fly straight. It felt so natural, so normal, to hold a bow at an enemy. To have a target in my sight ready to be brought down. I could see all of his movements. I could see his how his muscles would flex and contract with each flap of his wings, how his legs would move ever so slightly to adjust his position as he flew against the wind. I could see how his arms cut through the air to make him more aerodynamic as he flew. He couldn't even breathe without me figuring out the intervals between each breath. He was my target, I knew everything about him, and he was going down.

I pulled the bow fully back and let go with a twang! The arrow soared through the air, ripping the wind. Unfortunately he dodged causing him to lose some ground. I didn't know why at the time but that had seriously pissed me off. It was bothering me I'd have to use a second shot to take down a target. None the less I grabbed another arrow.

"I thought you said you hadn't used a bow before?"

"I haven't."

"Really? Yup it's official then. Son of Apollo, definitely son of Apollo."

At that moment I didn't really care whose son I was. I had just missed a shot on a target and I was mad. I calmed my body down, tranced out even more than before, and let another loose. He dodged that one too but not completely. I could see a little bit of blood pouring from his cheek. I grazed him. I was closer but he still wasn't dead. I decided to make this next shot special. This time he WAS going down. I refused to let a target escape. I grabbed three arrows and notched them all. I watched his movement, the beat of his wings, the timing of his breaths, the direction he moved. I watched until I found the big pattern that connected them all then looked for a perfect opening. It took me some time but I found it, a short pause between breaths as he'd adjust his position to fly upwards a bit while his wings were down. If I stroke then, he'd be in the middle of moving and wouldn't be able to use his wings to fly up fast and dodge nor would he be able to take a big gulp of air to lighten his body and slow down his pace to buy himself enough time roll out of the way. Waiting patiently I watched for the next opening. When it came I pulled my bow string just a little bit further and released. One, two, three shots hit him square in the forehead. I stood there with a triumphant smile on my face as I watched Moron or whatever his name was dissolve into a pile of golden dust.

"Who- whoa! You… you just beat Mormo! No hero has EVER killed him!"

I sat back down in the seat and looked at the old goat. "Well there's a first time for everything right?" I layed back a bit, surprisingly winded. I didn't know why but I was a lot more tired than I should've been.

"Hey, hey kid. You didn't look directly into Mormo's eyes did you?"

Actually I hadn't given it any thought, but once he brought it up I realized yeah, a pretty good portion of the time I WAS staring at his eyes. "Yeah I did actually. In fact there were times I felt like I had too."

I heard the car speed up. "Oh no, oh no, this is not good. This is not good at all. We need to get you to camp and fast!"

"Why? What-" I never got to finish my sentence, I suddenly started feeling really dizzy and couldn't breathe. My vision was blurring more and more until I just couldn't see and my limbs felt like they were on fire. I don't remember what happened very well. I didn't go unconscious right away. I remember I was screaming in pain for a while. I remember we drove up to some weird hill with a dying tree where some big horse came rushing up to us. It looked like Officer Roger was talking to the horse, he was half goat so I guessed he could have. After that the horse guy rushed off and came back with this blonde haired glasses chick and some kid, probably a year younger than me, who had brown hair. They were both wearing some weird orange shirt. I hated orange, too flamboyant. I preferred natural colors. Anyways they both shoved something into my mouth. Some kind of thick liquid that tasted like some kind of sweet I can't remember having. Like it was something I ate when I was very very little. After that the pain was too much and I finally passed out.