A/N: Chapter 4 is up! I'm so sorry for the delay! I've just started college and I haven't really had much free time, plus my best friend is coming to visit in a couple of days and I still haven't cleaned my room. Oops. I will have time to write on Monday and Wednesday mornings, so to make up for my lack of updates, I'll be posting two chapters a week.

There. Now it's out there on the web where you guys can PM me to complain about me not updating. (Seriously do that though, cause tbh I almost forgot that I had actually started uploading chapters)

The timeline is still in the works, and if there's any tv shows/movies/book series that you'd like me to include in what will soon become mess of a mashup, feel free to PM me or leave a comment; the same goes if you have any questions.

Anyway, onto the story!

The last few weeks were a rush for Jamie and I.

We had spent most of our afternoons after school in Mr. Tarragon's classroom, learning as much about Greek myths as we possibly could, while they were still myths for us. At least, for the most part.

Since discovering our parentage, we had had a few run ins with monsters, and even one of Hephaestus's stray automatons, that had been disguised as Harriet Tubman, in one of the public parks near the school.

Luckily for us, Mr. Tarragon had been with us for all of those surprise attacks.

The last day of school however, was the final straw for our teacher.

"Too many damn monsters," he muttered to us during recess, that we were forced to stay in for because multiple times that we'd been out alone, we had gotten attacked by a pair of daemons. "It's as if the moment you two found out that you were demigods, you had some sort of homing beacon turned on."

"You say that like we can fix it," Jamie said.

"Well no, but it would certainly help to know who your godly parent is. The only time I remember there ever being a demigod being attacked by this many monsters was when a daughter of Zeus was claimed a few years ago. Nobody's seen her since, but I like to view the glass as half-full rather than half-empty."

Jamie and I looked at each other, unnerved by that statement.

"Well that's reassuring," I muttered to myself.

"We have to get you two to camp today- no more delays. As soon as school's over, I want you to packing. I'll even write you two a note so you can leave class extra early."

"It's a minimum day," Jamie pointed out. "We get out before one."

"It's a two hour drive to camp, where anything can go wrong."

"But mom doesn't get off work until 2:30," I said, starting to get annoyed at Mr. Tarragon insistence.

"Doesn't mean you two can't start packing. I'll talk to Principal Grayling, let him know that you two have some sort of family emergency."

Hell's Kitchen probably wasn't the safest place for two ten-year old kids to be wandering around, especially as two, most definitely drunk, guys, flew out of a bar that we were walking past, fists flying, and yelling cuss words at each other.

Jamie and I quickly crossed the street to avoid accidentally getting caught in the fight.

"I still don't understand why mom works here instead of Circo's in Bushwick," Jamie complained as we turned the corner where mom's cafe was.

"She friends with the owner, remember?" I replied, opening the door of the cafe.

The cafe was old-fashioned, with a mix of booths lining the windows, and tables taking up some of the center floor space. The walls were in desperate need of a new coat of paint, with dull turquoise paint peeling on some of the corners.

Jamie and I made our way to the back, where the counter was, and sat on the stools there. We had to jump a little because the stools were too tall for us.

"Where's mom?" I asked Luke, one of the cafe's chefs, who was putting a plate full of food in front of a customer.

"Aren't you kids supposed to be in school still?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"We had a minimum day," Jamie replied, as he swung his feet, occasionally kicking the counter.

"She's in the back, arguing with one of our suppliers," Luke answered, grabbing empty mugs and plates off of the counter.

"Thanks Luke," I said. "We're gonna leave our bags here."

I followed Jamie into the kitchen, ducking as busboy came with a container full of dishes. Jamie grabbed both of us some croissants from a tray that they were on, before walking out the side door into the hallway, where there were several storage rooms, and mom's office, at the very end of the hallway, where her door was partly open.

"No, I told you already, the error wasn't on our end. I ordered twelve pounds of flour two weeks ago. I only received half of that today," we heard mom say, sounding frustrated. "Yes, you."

"Did somebody write down too many zeroes on an order for cornstarch again?" I asked, once Mom had hung up the phone.

"Jenny? Jamie? What are you two doing out of school so early?" Mom asked, concerned.

"Mr. Tarragon's been pushing us to leave for camp, but we wanted to say by to you first, 'cause we're not gonna get to see you for the whole summer!" Jamie complained, while I nodded in agreement, clambering into my mom's lap.

"I'm going to have a word with him today. Did you two finish packing?"

"Uh.."

"I'm taking that as a no," Mom replied, as she tried to stand up, gently nudging me off her lap. "Where are your backpacks?"

"With Luke," I replied, taking her now empty swivel chair.

"I'm going to let Luke know that I'm going to take my lunch now, and then I'll come back for you guys, okay?"

"Okay," I replied, as Jamie took up half my space.

"Careful not to bash your head in the desk!" Mom warned, as Jamie pushed his foot against the leg of the table to spin us around.

"You're gonna make me dizzy again Jamie!" I complained, only to my despair, Jamie began to spin the chair faster.

"Mom help!" I yelled.

The only response I got was her chuckling at our antics as her back retreated.

"Traitor," I muttered.

A/N Sorry that this chapter was pretty short, but like I said in the author's note above, there's gonna be two updates per week, Monday's and Wednesday's. Maybe Friday's if I have time. I'm gonna try to write longer chapters though, the problem with these next couple of stories, is that they're mostly just prologue. I've got everything planned out for when the twins are a little older, it's just the beginning that I'm writing as a go along. I'm rambling. I think I've mentioned this before, but I don't have a beta reader yet, so if anyone is interested, PM me!