So. Reviews would be good. Shout out and mention the the first person who reviews. And a free minion. Anybody else really like Nick?
Disclaimer- Actually since the only characters associated with Rick's books are Miranda and Katie (mentioned) and Chiron I pretty much own all the characters- plot however is mostly Rick.
I refuse platic surgery. Seriously, when one of the doctors suggest it I snap at him and my dad quickly tells him that that won't be happening.
If I wanted to look fake we'd have enough money to do it, but I'd rather look like a stitched up frankenstein's monster then a perfectly plastic barbie. Which was good because, studying my face in the mirror as dad and I drove to this mysterious camp- I looked a whole lot like a monster.
"Where are we going." I ask for the millionth time. It hurts to talk.
"Camp Half blood."
"Half blood? Who AM I?"
"You're a demigod. Son of a mortal, me, and an immortal, your mother."
"Whose my mother?"
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?!"
"She barely even told me she was an immortal. Names are powerful."
"I know. I've been called a loser enough."
"That's not what I mean." I lay back in the seat, scowling miserably at my dad and feeling completely and utterly in pain.
"Why didn't my teacher kill me?" I ask.
"Mist probably."
"What? She missed? Nope, all her strikes were completely on target."
"Not missed, Mist, like its foggy or misty?"
"But it wasn't Misty... It was quite hot."
"Let me TRY to explain. Mist is powerful, it causes monsters to remain hidden, gods to go unnoticed and demigods to be protected for any humans who would find it interesting to cage someone like you."
"You've officially freaked me out."
"Yeah, but mist can also hide things from demigods, it doesn't only hide things from mortals. And some mortals see through the mist. So what I'm assuming happened was someone came in, your teacher fled, and that person called 911."
"Makes sense..." I mumble, which means it doesn't.
"Here we are. Mortals can't pass through the boundaries, so you'll have to go alone." Dad gets out, gets my bags out of the trunk, hands them to me, then he pulls me into a hug, which is the biggest surprise that day was to throw at me. My dad doesn't hug.
I stepped through the boundaries, climbed the hill, with plants reaching out to me, looked up to admire the camp, and saw a floating sign over my head.
That was too much, and I passed out.
So, if you're reading this you know who he's the son of, shout out to Mitchy, I hope that answered your question, thank you for reviewing! AND you get a free minion.