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Chapter One: Looking for a Goode Blofis

"Find… Blofis… at... Goode… School."

Those were the last words of one of the only friends I have ever had, before he turned into a sapling anyways. His name was Glenn, and he was half goat.

Now, I'm sure you've either read or listened to the great escapades of Perseus Jackson. This is not a continuation of his tales. This is my story. This is the story of Jaime Harker, and his best buds.

Seeing as hopefully all of you are aware of Jackson's story, I should give you a frame of context. This takes place three and a half years after everyone's big battle with the Gaea and the Giants. Alright I should probably get back to the story now.

We had been trailed by those crazy spirit things for weeks, as we tried to make our way from Lincoln, Nebraska to wherever that camp was. Glenn, my best friend who was also a satyr, was taking watch while I told bedtime stories to the youngest member of our little three person group.

I guess I forgot to mention Allison. She is the sweetest six year old girl you will ever meet. She was the person that Glenn originally was sent to get. She ran away from her home, after her uncle had "forgotten" to feed her for a week. Glenn swooped her up, while she was still in her hometown, and was taking her to some sort of camp on the east coast when they ran into me in the middle of Wyoming.

Anyways, some guys had come down the alley we were staying in, while I was distracted. At first we didn't do anything. I thought they were just some druggies who were going to smoke some pot or something like that. I couldn't have been more wrong.

One of them called out in a raspy voice, that sounded as if two people were speaking out simultaneously "Move aside goat, we desire only the godlings."

Glenn looked back at us, and then to the things possessing these guys. He didn't say a word, but pulled out the wooden flute he kept holstered at his hip. He played what sounded like Don't Fear the Reaper, by The Blue Oyster Cult, as vegetation sprouted out of a nearby dumpster.

I took the opportunity, I grabbed Allison, and ran past the torrent of muck that was flowing out of the Dumpster. Glenn was holding two of them at bay, but didn't manage to catch the leader in his trap.

The leader was brandishing a switchblade, and took a swipe at me. I managed to duck out the way. Glenn ran headfirst at the guy, head lowered, and still playing his flute. He headbutted the thug away from Allison and me.

We managed to get out of the alleyway, but as I turned around I saw the head thug stab Glenn right in the chest. My vision went red, and I grabbed my ball peen hammer I kept at my belt.

I'm gonna be perfectly honest with Y'all. I don't remember much after that. This is all that I pieced together from Allison's accounts and what I remember. Apparently my eyes changed from their normal dark blue to a vibrant shade of purple. The sludge pouring out of the dumpster stopped due to the lack of flute playing coming from Glenn. I threw my hammer, and it struck the main thug in the forehead. He crumpled. I screamed as vines erupted from the same dumpster, and grabbed the other two thugs and pulled them into the depths of the garbage bin. It then locked in place.

Once the threat was dealt with, I ran over to Glenn. He was bleeding really bad. I looked through my backpack to get some first aid supplies, but Glenn stopped me. He whispered his final words in my ear, and closed his eyes. He turned into a sprig of mistletoe.

I quickly ran over to a flower shop and stole one of their display plants. (What can I say, I was desperate). I attached Glenn to the shrub in the pot, and decided to try and see if there was a safer place we could stay for the night.

I ended up finding a cheap motel that we could get for the night for less than a hundred bucks. I tucked Allison in. She hadn't talked much since Glenn departed from us. I gave her a kiss on the forehead like I always did, and assured her that everything was going to be alright.

That night I had a nightmare about wispy spirits with golden eyes arguing with each other. Two were inside a dumpster hissing and trying to get out, while one was on the outside of the dumpster just watching them struggle.

"Move it!" one hissed

"The boy has cursed the dumpster," The one on the outside stated, "It is meant to madden the captured by making it so that only one disinterested can open the container."

"He is growing in power." The other spirit in the dumpster spat.

"Perhaps, but he has no control. We can use this against him. I shall wait until he nears the end of his little journey, then I shall capture him."

"What about us?" the dumpster appeared to shout.

"You are nothing but tools to me. You shall wait until some lowly dumpster diver opens your cage." The spirit outside of the dumpster dispersed, and my dream went black.

The next morning I took Allison with me to the library. I needed to get some research done. I grabbed my backpack and my new potted plant. After I was ready to go, I realised that there was a shower in the room we stayed in. How could I not have noticed. Allison was still eating breakfast, so I decided to take a quick shower. It was nice to have hot water running down my back for once. I got out as Allison was finishing up, so I guess I made perfect time.

As we checked out of the motel, I asked where we could find a library. The woman at the desk gave me a map, and showed me where to go. We ventured out into the wilds of Lincoln Nebraska.

I learned pretty quickly that computers attracted monsters. I dunno how it works, maybe they have some sort of radar sense for that kinda stuff. However, I needed to figure out what Glenn meant by Blofis or Goode School. It didn't matter anyways, I was planning on skipping town as soon as I got the Information.

After about an hour of searching keywords on the Internet, I finally found an article about a Paul Blofis doing an interview in regards to a blown up music room at Goode Highschool in New York. I wrote down the address of the school on a napkin, and promptly booked it out of there with Allison.

Over the next week we only had one incident with monsters. I had to fight back a griffon while trying not to look like a crazy person fighting a flock of pigeons. I got a serious amount of scars on my back thanks to that oversized chicken. It was a bit of a stressful trip, but Allison and I finally made it to New York City.

As we walked through the city trying to get our bearings, I pointed out any landmarks I knew to Allison. As we were walking along, I noticed something was off about what was clearly the Empire States Building. I couldn't place my finger on it. I eventually hailed a cab, and asked them to take us to Goode Highschool.

After a slight argument over a broken cabby meter, I slammed the door of our carriage as the driver sped away. I told Allison to stay close to me, highschoolers can be some of the scariest monsters around. We went in the front doors of the building.

The experience was kinda surreal at first. The outside of the building looked like a brick, but the inside was sparkly clean, with a granite front desk where a bored looking lady with a very tight bun was sitting doing a crossword puzzle.

I ask in as polite of a tone I can muster, "Does a Mister Blofis work here? I would like to speak with him."

She responds without looking up from her puzzle, "He does, but he's in class right now, so if you want to talk to him, I can send him a message and you can wait right here." She motions to some seats in the corner.

She gets up from her chair, and types something into her computer. "His class gets finished in fifteen minute, then he will come out here to talk with you two troubled youths."

I stammered for a moment, "we aren't troubled youth, our friend just told us to find him."

"Sure sweetheart," she ushers back.

We wait for about fifteen minutes, when the bell rings. Allison jumped a bit, she doesn't like loud noises. In about two minutes a man who looks like he was ripped straight out of the Breakfast Club comes around the hall. He looks at me, then Allison, then he nods.

"Doreen, can you have Ms. Friedman sub for my last class. We were just watching a movie this class anyways. I need to take my nephew and niece home." He winks at me.

Doreen sighs, and walks to the staff room grumbling to herself.

"You kids look like you've been through Hades. Don't worry anymore, I know some people who can help you two out. It's at a camp on Long Island, but I'll have my stepson take you there tomorrow. You two look like you need a good place to sleep tonight." Said Mr. Blofis, with a cheerful gleam in his eyes.