I'm back! I know, I'm amazing. Now I will let you read!

P.S~ I'm not Rick Riodon.

Clair's POV

I stared back at the woman who claimed to be my mother when Grace walked in. The two woman met eyes and Hera lets out a- what would you call it? A squeal? No, it wasn't like a girl... A hiss.

Anyway, Hera hissed at Grace. In return, Graces eyes... did they just turn red.

I know, I know, you all think I'm crazy. But trust me, this is what I was seeing. By the odd look on her face, I could tell that Kristin saw it too... though, Kristin looked more annoyed then surprised.

Finally, Robert stpped into the picture. He went in between Hera and Grace. "What's wrong?" He asked Hera.

"Robert," she replied, looking at him, but keeping a second eye on Grace. "Why is there a cyclops in your house?"

Again, don't hide it. Unless you've been through this before, you probably think I'm crazy again. Please, trust me on this. The one thing I remember is hat are the exact words that Hera said.

Suddenly, Grace's face darkened. Her fingernails grew in length, and her hair grew long and dirty. Then, Grace's eyes formed, combining into one.

Again, I'm not insane.

But I was suprised.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed, falling off the couch.

"Watch you're mouth, you daughter of Hera," Grace screeched, her voice higher then normal. I stood and looked at her. 'Grace' stepped forward, and started to get in a football position, as Robert would say.

"Cyclops, if you touch my daughter," Hera started, walking in between 'Grace'. "You'll have to get past me,"Suddenly, Kristin flipped over the couch and stood next to Hera.

"That makes two of us," Kristin said, standing next to Hera.

I stood in shock as my best friend, who wouldn't hurt a fly, reached into her pocket and brought out a golden sword.

I just sat there and stared.

"Clair," Hera sweetly said over her shoulder.

"Ya?" I replied.

"When I say so, you and your," Hera pauses for a moment, as if think of what to call Kristin. "You and your friend should. " She then looked at Robert. "YOu too," she explained.

Robert just nodded, standing.

"Oh Robby!" Grace hissed. "You wouldn't leave me for her?"

RObert looked at Grace, his usual bright smile gone.

"NOw," Hera said sweetly.

Rober ran, grabbing Kristin and I before we could refuse. Kristin and I turned and ran with him out our small wooden door. Outside, the streets were deserted.

You're probably thinking either:

OH MY GODS (ha, what's with you people and the plurals lately?) SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE AND NO ONE'S GOING TO SEE IT!

OR

Why is their street so deserted?

OR

Why is this stupid person taking so much time to ask us about our opinion?

OR

Wow... what a pretty flower over there.

For the first one, (*spoiler alert*) NO ONE DIES (yet)!

The second one? Don't forget where I live people. Around here, if someone has a car, they are going the wrong way.

Okay, listen you pest of a person for choosing the third one. It's MY story, I get to pick what happens.

If you picked the fourth? Well then... do you happen to be mental?

Now, so all you people that chose the third one don't start having a rampage, lets get back to the story.

Anyway, we were standing outside my house, Robert and Kristin were running across the street, with me right behind them. After, I don't know, maybe three minutes, we stop by the sign that says, "Welcome to Roakenty, North Carolina."

"What just happened?" I asked, after a few minutes of silence.

RObert replies first. "That was your mother."

"I realized that," I said. I looked at both of them. "What the hel-"

"What the Hades," Kristin said, looking at me. "Please, you're a demigod. Say what the Hades."

"What the he- I mean, Hades are you talking about? What's a demigod?" I say, suprised that is came so easily.

" It's a child of a god and a mortal," Robert explained.

I looked at both of them. ''So, that woman, my mom, is a goddess?" I ask.

" She's the Queen godess," Kristin explains. "She tried to keep you unnoticed by Zeus until absolutly nes-"

"Wait," I say, interupting Kristin. "How do you know all this?"

"Because," she said, looking at me. "Me and my mom, we don't live together in New York. She lives in an apartment, not that far away from my dad."

"Kristin, what do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean," Kristin said, slightly hesitant. "My dad's Zeus. And I live in Camp Half Blood."

Sooooo? What do we think? I know, sort of short... R&R PLEASE!