Another update! And FYI flash, I just made up the Tide Bleach thing. Idk if that'd actually cover up a demigod sent...

Chapter 3

The car ride was unlike any I'd ever had before. For a little while we just rode in total silence. As bad as I wanted to know what was going on, I wasn't much of a conversation starter so I just kept my mouth shut. The suspense was bothering me so bad I began to fidget. I suppose that's what brought my mom back down to earth from whatever it was she'd been thinking about. At last, she spoke.

"I was hoping it would never come to this...I was hoping I wouldn't have to let you go so soon..."

I could see tears welling up in her eyes now. Thoroughly confused, I asked," What do you mean? What's going on?" It sounded a little more worried than I'd wanted it to.

"Well, it all started close to 13 years ago," she began. "A little while before you were born. It was then I met your father. I know we've never talked about your father before, but the reason why has been because I was saving it all up for now."

I listened attentively. I'd always wondered a great deal about my father and now, finally, was my chance to stop wondering and know for sure.

"We met at a restaurant in town. When I first saw him, he was sitting in a corner to himself. He looked very troubled and being the kind of person I am I struck up a conversation with him. We both enjoyed each other's company and agreed to meet again soon. Things became more serious between us and as time passed we fell in love. We spent as much time as we could together, which was hard to do as it seemed your father was always busy with something he never would tell me about. His mysterious nature was part of what attracted me to him and I didn't think too much about it at the time. But one day at a doctor's appointment I discovered I was pregnant with you. That was a miracle in itself as I had been told I could never have children. I was so excited I didn't know what to do. I told your father about it as soon as I could. He seemed almost upset. I couldn't understand why."

She paused for a moment as if lost in memories, which was fine with me as I needed a moment for all of that to sink in. Then she continued.

"I didn't ever see him again until a few days after you were born. He told me he was sorry he hadn't been there for me in the last 9 months but he'd had serious business to take care of. I couldn't take his secrecy anymore so I asked him what could be so much more important than our child. It was then I discovered the truth."

Again she paused for a moment, as if trying to find a way to break the news to me, but the look on her face told me her search had been in vain.

"I don't really know how to tell you this. It's going to be hard to believe but your father is one of the gods from the Greek myths of old."

My first reaction was hysterical laughter. That had to be the funniest joke my mom had ever told. And then I unfortunately remembered my mom hardly ever joked; it was me who was the one making all the wise cracks about stuff. When I looked at her, I saw an intense sincerity in her face and I knew then she wasn't fooling around. It was a hard concept to grasp. Even for me. I have a very vivid imagination and can believe a great deal of things but this was pushing it. I'd always imagined my dad as a hero. Sometimes even with the whole superhero cape and garb. But I never saw this coming.

"I know this is hard to even comprehend," my mom said, "but it's the honest truth."

If it hadn't been for the incident with the monster in my room, I just might not have believed her.

"I believe you," I said quietly. I really didn't know what to say at that point. Except one thing kept running through my mind so I blurted it out. "Who exactly was my father?"

"I'm...not really sure. He never told me that part. When I last saw him he could only stay for a little while and he had more important things to say at the time."

I was completely baffled. But that only lasted for a few seconds as I soon blurted out, " What could possibly be sooo important that he wouldn't tell you who he was?"

"You."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say next, but my mom knew me pretty well and spoke for me.

"Because you were, a demigod, there were a lot of things about you that would be different from other children. Like today for instance. That monster was after you. It's intention was to kill you I'm sure. I'd been able to prevent this problem most of the time, by washing all your clothes in Tide Bleach with a little vinegar."

That answered a huge question. I'd always wondered why my clothes had stuck to the high heavens. I'd figured I just needed to take more baths or something.

"Monsters can sniff you out easier if I didn't mask your sent somehow. I'm not sure how that thing was able to find you. Maybe I just didn't use enough vinegar in your clothes this week. But I think the real reason is because you're growing up on me. As you age, you become more noticeable to both gods and monsters alike. I'm afraid you've come to that age...That's why I tried to keep you home as much as I could. To prevent any chance that something like this would happen."

"What exactly is 'happening'?" I inquired.

"Your father instructed me that when the time came that I felt it was too dangerous to keep you at home, that I should take you to a summer camp called Camp Half-Blood."

"What's that?"

"I know just about as much as you do on that. All I know for sure is that it is a place for people like you. A place you'll be safe."