The sun rose as light filtered through the blindfolds of a room. This light fell directly on the face of an auburn haired boy, who looked not a day older than 14.

With a groan he sat up, rubbing his eyes in the process. As the cover fell from his body one could see it littered with bruises. This was an common occurrence for the boy, every night, every week, every year was all the same.

The older kids of the orphanage never forgot to 'punish' him as they say. All for his peculiar eye colour, a bright silver.

He got up without showing an ounce of pain on his face. One would expect he would be aching all over with this many bruises. But he doesn't, not anymore.

Years of being beaten up every night made him accustomed to the pain.

Stretching his limbs he made his way to the washroom.

-Adrian Knight POV-

After washing up I made my way downstairs.

Breakfast was already set on the table so I sat down to my designated place, at the end of the table, without even a simple good morning.

These bastards don't deserve a greeting from me.

I pick up my fork to dig in to the pancakes we had for breakfast, but before I could do so a hand slammed my head to the table, right on my pancakes.

I internally sigh, seems like I'll have to go without breakfast today as well.

"Whats up freak?" The head bully Mark snickers behind me

"Piss off Mark" I say as I get up to leave.

Only for my arm be grabbed and twisted, near broken.

"What'd say you lil shit." He says while applying more force on my arm.

The caretakers meanwhile were looking at Mark appraisingly.

I don't know what Vodoo magic possessed me today but I did something I never have before.

I retaliate by kicking him in his family jewels as hard as I could.

I had thought all it could've done was incapacitate him for a few seconds.

Boy was I unprepared for the squish and ear splitting scream that followed.

Looking behind I saw Mark in a foetal position, clutching his groin, as blood pooled around him.

Serves him right.

Was all I thought at that moment. But looking back to it now fills me disgust at how I felt no remorse, no guilt for possibly crippling him.

Maybe he deserved it. After tormenting me for years maybe he deserved some form of punishment. But that was a bit too much.

After that it was chaos in the orphanage, the caretakers came rushing to us, calling the ambulance and trying to sooth him.

The younger kids were horrified at the sight of blood and began running all around the house, causing enough pandemonium for me to slip out.

And so I ran. I ran as far as my feet could take me. Running through traffic with no regard for my life.

I stopped as I almost ran into a horde of horses galloping through.

Horses? In Miami?

But upon further observation I realised they weren't horses.

They were centaurs.

Centaurs. Half horse, Half man. A myth. Yet there were maybe a hundred of said mythological creatures galloping in front of me.

I heard police sirens in the background and chose to take a gamble. Centaurs were said to be extremely fast.

Why not test that theory?

That was a bad idea. While I did manage to avoid the police, horse- or should I say Centaur riding was not a pleasant experience.

I may have barfed a few times along the way.

As my ride came to a stop I got down instantly.

Never again.

I don't think he noticed me, judging from how he trotted towards his 'buddies' to 'party'

From the looks of it we were in a tent.

I make my way through the tent and finally spot two humans.

As I neared them I realized only one was human, the other was...half goat?

It was true, from the waist down he was a goat. Satyrs I think they were called. He had curly brown hair and the starting of a goatee.

Beside him was a Girl a bit younger than me, she was blonde with eyes similar to mine.

No her eyes were grey not silver.

I thought to go to them and ask for directions, but I came across 2 problems.

1) I sneaked in to their tent so I don't know how they will take it.

2) I don't even know where to go.

I try to subtly sneak out, but the blonde girl notices me.

Within seconds I'm at knife-point, "Who are you? One of Luke's spies?"

Who the hell even is Luke, "Look lady I apologize for intruding, I was running from someone and needed a ride. And as for this 'Luke' I have no idea who he is."

"Don't lie to me! Who do you work for!?" She said, digging her dagger deeper in my neck.

"OW! I don't work for anyone, I don't even know who you are." I yelp as she draws some blood.

"Annabeth, maybe he is telling the truth. He has a scent, but a very faint one. He doesn't know yet." The goat-guy said.

Annabeth, so that was her name.

Annabeth reluctantly removed the knife.

Wait what do you mean I don't know yet?

"Know what?" I ask

"Trust me, you don't want to know. Go back to your home." Annabeth replied.

"I'm an orphan, or was since I ran away. So it doesn't matter that much. Tell me, what don't I know?" I respond.

She heaves a sigh before gesturing me to follow her.

She led me to another Centaur, a white one, who was talking with a kid. The kid had raven black hair and sea green eyes.

The Centaur notices me and stops the conversation immediately.

Annabeth spoke up first, "Chiron, we found him lurking around, we believe he might be one of us."

The Centaur-Chiron nodded sagely before introducing himself, "Hello there, I am Chiron, and who are you young man?"

"Adrian Knight." I state, not having any idea what else to say.

"Very well Adrian, could you explain how you got here?"

And so I began my tale, starting from my eacape from the orphanage, to how I hitched a ride and got here.

After hearing my tale they were repulsed, aside from chiron who hadn't expressed any emotion, but when I explained what kind of person he was and that it was unintentional what I did, they seemed to calm down.

"So what did they mean about my scent being faint, and me not knowing, whatever it is." I ask once again.

"Tell me, what do you think of the Gods of mythology?"