?: My Weird 5-minute Life Gets Weirder

I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in a chair. Okay, how had I gotten here? Sitting across a table from me was a man with short curly brown hair and a trimmed beard in what I think was a wheel chair. The table blocked my view. On the two ends of the table were those two people who had come up to me before. What were their names . . . Right, Annabeth and Percy. Percy, I swear he was glowing! I must have been hallucinating.

Standing behind them was another boy; he looked maybe a year younger. He had curly light reddish brown hair, and a small beard/goatee (really classy, I know). Wait a second . . . he had horns! He had horns that stuck a few inches above his head. But that wasn't the only weird thing. He had goat legs. Okay, that was already a major tip this was definitely not a normal sort of place. And strangely, I felt like that wasn't odd. But it was! . . . Right?

Beside the goat man was a girl. She was dressed in a classic green robe. She had pretty, elfish features, with light green eyes and wispy amber hair. Was it just me or did her hair and skin has a greenish tinge to it?

I took this all in a second. So, life as an amnesiac and people were talking while I was unconscious. Lovely.

"My dear," said the man across from me, "I'm glad to see you are awake. How are you feeling?" I blinked, stranger being nice to me . . . either a nice guy, or a creepy one. I was hoping for the first option.

"Who . . ." I started, my voice faint and cracking, "who are you? Where am I? What's going on?" The man smiled sadly at me.

"Forgive me. I should introduce everyone. I believe you've already met Annabeth Chase, and Percy Jackson." I nodded. The guy Percy . . . when he said his name my spine tingled. What was that about? "These two," he gestured to the people behind him, "are Grover Underwood and Juniper. My name is Chiron. You are at Camp Half-Blood."

Chiron . . . Camp Half-Blood . . . those names made me feel like I had been zapped. What was happening? I felt like I should know this or at least recognize the words . But I didn't, that was the problem.

"Camp Half-Blood?" I said fuzzily. "What is that?"

"Ah, I see you get right too it. Camp Half-Blood is a special training camp for demigods."

He was about to say more. But the second he said demigod I jumped like I had been struck. Everyone stared at me. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Not like it was my fault all this was happening.

"Um," I started, eager to move on from me jumping, "what's a demigod?"

Chiron gave a wry smile, "A demigod is a child of a god. A mortal and a god to be exact. You do know about the gods. Am I right?"

"Um," I blinked, "I . . . don't really."

"Ah, I see," Chiron said disappointed, "I believe I should let Annabeth explain that. She is more apt at explaining things."

"Okay," started Annabeth. Oh, this wasn't going to help me. "So, when we say gods, we mean the Greek gods. Not the Romans since . . . well, I'm not going there. Anyway, the gods are pretty much the same as they were in ancient time, no disrespect intended. And they still have kids with mortals. And those kids are us. Half god, half mortal. Demigods. There are the minor gods, like Hecate, Hypnos, Iris, and so on, there are a lot. Then there are the gods on the council; Athena, Dionysus, Ares, Hermes, Demeter, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hera, Artemis, Apollo, Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon. The last three are known as the Big Three. Does that help?"

I just stared blankly at her. Gods . . . well, that did explain the crazy thought earlier. Something about what she said was familiar. But aside from that, that wasn't much help. Still, when she said the names of the gods . . . I felt like my body was going to explode. A tingling everywhere, and the more names she said the worse it got. Though it still didn't help me. Not at all.

"That didn't help? Oh dear, how old are you? You should have learnt this in school. And what's your name?" The wheelchair man was puzzled.

"Uh . . . about that . . ." this was going to be even more awkward. "Well, I don't know . . ."

They all frowned at me. Clearly troubled, something told me that they had been down this road before.

Chiron stood up. This is where it got freaky. Instead of standing, he rose up. He had what I thought were human legs with some kind of white underwear, but they weren't - they were a horse's! Then I realized the chair wasn't actually a chair. It was some strange empty box. He stepped out of the box, heavy hooves hitting the porch. His entire lower half was a pure white stallion!

That didn't even faze me. I felt like I had seen much weirder. Anyway, getting off track. He motioned for all of us to follow him inside. We stood up, after momentarily getting dizzy from me, and followed him. This couldn't be good; a lot of things wouldn't be good today.

I was prepared to have a much, much more complicated day.