Hmm, give me a five letter word for trouble, monsters, and travelling . As a demigod I can only think of one that encompasses those three things; a quest. For some it'd be a great adventure to read about with lots of action and magic. What most of you fail to understand that questing isn't simply leaving camp and coming back a hero. It's sleeping in random places like a hobo, trying not to become someone's next meal, and running outrageous errands for the gods for any of the following reasons; camp is in danger and someone has to do it, a god is demanding you do it or you die, the gods are bored and need something to watch.

When you read stories about demigods going on quests slaying this, retrieving that, and fighting who knows what you'd probably be disinterested or would go "oh that's so cool I wish I could do that". Please, next time you read about us running for our lives while doing a divine errand please feel a shred of pity while you amuse yourselves.

Speaking of quests the new boy, Calvin was claimed as a son of Athena and is going to be shipped all the way to the other side of the continent to retrieve Artemis' bow or something with a buddy of his and surprisingly, me. I know I'm too young to say stuff like this but man am I getting too old for these things. Then again sending in greenhorns with no guide isn't a very good idea to begin with. That my friend would be like teaching you how to swim by drowning. It's effective but not very advisable if you want to have high chances of surviving. This is one thing I learned from 5 years of being sent into quests and being a delicacy for monsters and targets for angry deities and all supernatural creatures in between

That aside it was me, a child Apollo, and Calvin. I packed the usual essentials; a dagger, small packet of ambrosia and nectar, extra clothes, a few drachmas, a map, mortal money, food and water, and a first aid kit. For some of you a lot of these things won't really come in handy but if you're one of the fortunate people who get thrown all over the place, get broken bones, get hit by flying balls of death (don't ask), or clawed at, you won't want to leave the house without any of these.

"Alright kiddies this isn't to scare you, but I do have to tell you what to expect. It won't be like training where your opponent will stop when you fall down. This is the real world so prepare to do whatever it takes to survive do I make myself clear?" I asked before we headed out

"Yes mam," the all too bright and peppy Apollo camper replied. I didn't know whether to applaud his enthusiasm or get annoyed at how happy he seems to be thrown into danger.

"What's your name?" I said examining the lad

"Lucian," he replied with a smile

"Well Lucian, don't forget to stay on your toes. this won't be a walk in a park. Well more of a walk in Jurassic Park with the dinosaurs ready to maul you but eh" I returned as I ruffled their hair and marched out with them