I stayed by my father's side all throughout the night. I cried until I ran out of tears, and I fell silent. I couldn't feel anything but supreme anger. I was so enraged that I could actually brutally destroy the garden that surrounded me. At five in the morning, I got a tablecloth from the kitchen and covered my father with it. Afterwards, I uttered a short prayer for him. However, I couldn't pray that peacefully. I couldn't accept the death of my father, for he didn't deserve any of this! The Minotaur wanted me. Not him! It wasn't fair... why did he have to get caught up in this?

This entire boiling wrath came to a pause when I heard a noise coming from the inside of our house. I immediately wielded my sai's, preparing for the worse. I glared at the darkness of the house with full intensity. Soon, the sliding door slowly opened. I was about to charge till I heard a voice.

"Ahh! I think I smell blood!" a male voice shrieked.

"Ssh! The Minotaur might hear you!" warned a girl.

"You mean Carl? Psshaaw! Quiet or not, were ready for him!" a hoarse voice scoffed. Wait, Carl... the Minotaur?

"Ugh, either way, I sense something outside," said the girl. "On my signal, we jump outside, ok? On three... one... two..."

"Wait!" the boy interrupted.

"What is it now?" the girl asked, irritated.

"Should we go outside on three? Or after three?"

"I said on three!" the girl scolded.

"Fine! Fine! I didn't know! Sheesh!"

The girl sighed. I could tell she's been dealing with this dude for the past fifty-eight hours (or probably more than that). Whoever they were, I had to deal with them right away. What more could they take away from me?

Then the girl muttered a curse…. in Greek. "Ok..." she started again. "On three... one...two...three!" And by three, they all came out in fighting stances. But they suddenly fell at ease when they saw me. I even relaxed myself. For some reason, I had a strong feeling that they meant no harm. I could also tell that it wasn't me they were exactly looking for.

To my surprise, they were all just kids like me. The boy had dirty blonde hair, and his bangs swayed to one side. They were even long that I nearly failed to notice his hazel eyes. He was wearing rather feminine-looking clothes. He wore a brown vest underneath a pink polo and awfully tight dark skinny jeans. To top it all off, he wore designer shoes. Though seeing him in metrosexual clothes and holding a javelin was definitely a disturbing sight.

Next was the other guy. Well, he was sort of a guy. He had chocolate brown skin and wore a green cap and a green jersey. He seemed normal at the upper part, but at the lower part... not so much. Underneath that "hip hop" look, were... brown fur and hooves. He looked like... a satyr.

Finally, there was the girl, who was much simpler. She had messy blonde hair, and- to my surprise-stormy grey eyes. She had a dagger at her hand, but what was really disturbing about her was her shirt. Not that it contained anything obscene, but it had "CAMP HALF-BLOOD" imprinted on the front. Could it be that she's also a half-blood. Who were they?

"It's a... girl." the metrosexual guy said, smiling at me.

"Don't even think about it, Rupert." the girl warned.

"I told you, call me Rip!"

"Whatever, Rupert Gracey." she teased, rolling her eyes.

"Now that's not funny, Annabeth!" enraged the Gracey kid, but the Annabeth girl ignored him and approached me. When she did, I immediately backed away.

"It's ok, I won't hurt you." she reassured. She looked trustworthy, but I couldn't take any chances. It's not that I don't understand English; in fact, I knew the language very well. It's just that I don't intend to trust these strangers... no matter how... innocent they seem. I gave them scowl, hoping they would just leave me alone. Sadly, they didn't. The three visitors stared at me like I was some kind of unknown creature.

"Uhmm, Annabeth.." the satyr said. "I don't think she understands English."

"But I think she got attacked by Carl..." Annabeth reasoned, and turned to my father's grave. "And I think were too late." Rip said something in Greek. For some reason, I understood what he said. He said a curse. It creped me out; I never studied the language my entire life, yet here I am suddenly understanding it.

"Guys, let's face it. Carl is not here, yo." the satyr said. I was right; they were looking for the Minotaur.

"But, Rook...what about her?" Annabeth asked. "... I have a strong feeling that we shouldn't leave her behind. We should take her to camp." Camp? What camp?

"Are you crazy? What if she isn't one of us?" Rip warned. "Our cover could be blown." Not too soon, they began discussing among themselves. I felt like a little kid witnessing a fight between parents. Rip and Rook the satyr thought that bringing me to "camp" wasn't the best idea, but Annabeth wanted me to go. She could sense that I encountered the Minotaur and that I could be the one that a prophecy was talking about.

I was not able to understand what else they were saying. However, I had a feeling that the camp they were referring to was the one on Annabeth's shirt. Yes, Camp Half-Blood.

"C'mon, Annabeth! How can you be so sure that Carl's been here?" Rip questioned.

"The huge Minotaur footprints, and the nearly demolished tatami home are both dead giveaways, bro." Rook pointed out.

"Oh, right." now Rip felt stupid.

"Well, it's settled. We're bringing her to camp." Annabeth declared. Then they all looked at me like I'm some kind of dog that was supposed to be brought to the pound. I just glared at them, trying to make it apprehensible that I did not want to go with them. When Annabeth tried to get near me, my adrenaline automatically pumped up, and I suddenly slashed her palm with one of the sai. She backed off and winced in pain. "You ok?" asked the metrosexual kid. She barely nodded.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Chase." Rook said, uneasily.

"That's why our prophecy said we needed a kid of Aphrodite, right?" Annabeth said, turning to Rip. When he looked back, he immediately got the message, and went towards me.

He looked at me in the eye, and I must say, he had the most mesmerizing eyes. What was I saying? I thought. But there was something about this kid that made me feel so... relaxed.

"Go to sleep..." he said, gently. Automatically, my eyes were beginning to become heavy. Then I could feel a yawn coming to my mouth. As he kept repeating the same phrase, I got even sleepier. No matter how hard I tried to resist, his words were just too powerful for me. Soon enough, my world went black.