I was afraid of lots of things, but I never, ever, show it.

At camp half-blood, my greatest fears, more often than not, came true.

My name is Georgia. Georgia Reed. I know, it's really embarrassing.

I used to think I was normal. At least, as normal as a rebellious middle schooler with a severe case of ADHD could be.

I would have been happy with that kind of "normal." But, NO.

I had to be a child of the gods too. My mother has told me to never, ever abandon the people I loved, nor the world that I was happiest. Yet, I did, and at thirteen years old, too.

I was the daughter of a single mom, Melody. I don't know who my father was.

Then, my mother remarried. Just like that. And, after six months of marriage, I found out that I was getting a new baby brother. Pathetic.

I ran away. At thirteen years old. Yep, a dumb idea.

But, I did have a plan in mind. I was going to find my father, or, at least his origin.

And I had a clue.

A clue called "Camp Half-blood."