(A/N) These pasts are not in chronological order but the order than people agreed to let me use their OCs. The next one is for Amity submitted by HeartMadeOfIce.

Amity: Past

Discovery – Using a bow was nothing new for Amity Shepherd. Her mother, when her mom was at home, had taught her to shoot. Skipping school, playing around, and drunkards were nothing new to Amity. Sneaking out of her house at midnight and walking through back alleys were new. Amity wasn't sure where she was going, only that she needed to get out of the house. She also wanted to train with her bow.

As she crept past rows and rows of houses, she thought she heard a dog growling but when she turned to look, there was nothing there. It was going to be a nice night with no one around. She turned into the first alley she saw, it was the quickest way to the local park. She only made it ten paces before she heard another growl. It was definitely a dog. Amity turned around and it appeared as if the shadows were being twisted and stretched by something trying to escape from them. Amity took a few more steps backwards into the alley and readied her bow.

One of the bulging shadows seemed to tear in the middle and a large beast burst out of it. It looked like a dog but it was around the size of a bear and it had glowing red eyes. The thing barked once and all of a sudden, there were three more of the things facing down Amity.

She tried to line up her shot but her hands were shaking so hard she couldn't. She backed up and bumped into something that felt wet and furry. She didn't even get a chance to turn. The thing barked and she felt her back explode into pain. Amity fell flat on her face and struggled to push herself up as the things closed in.

"Get away from her mutts!" a voice shouted.

Three of the dogs went down. Each had an arrow lodged in their necks. The remaining two turned on the newcomer and moved towards her. Amity raised her head and blinked before she made out the shape of her rescuer.

"Mom?" Amity whispered.

"Amity stay there!" her mother instructed her.

Amity always knew her mother protected people but she just never knew the specifics. She hadn't known that her mother could take down these demons or dogs or whatever they were supposed to be.

One of the things roared and it ended up turning into a puddle of shadows as Amity's mother shot an arrow straight into its mouth. The last one didn't appear to feel so brave without its friends and it tried to slink away but Amity's mom was quicker than that. A well placed arrow killed it. Suddenly her mother was right next to her.

"Amy, look at me." her mom demanded and Amity raised her head slowly.

"Come on." her mother said and lifted Amity onto her feet, "We need to go."

"Where?" asked Amity sluggishly.

"To camp." her mother replied, "You need to have those wounds looked at."

Amity felt herself being strapped into a car and she thought her back must have been torn apart. It was the most painful thing she had ever felt.

"Shouldn't I…hospital to…treated?" Amity slurred out when she was able to comprehend what was going on.

"For mortals maybe but not for you." her mother told her and stepped on the gas.

Amity wanted to ask what she meant but the pain was too intense. The last thing that she remembered was the blackness of the highway all around her.

When Amity woke up, she was lying in a bed in a light airy wood cabin with her mother sitting next to her.

"Amity!" her mother exclaimed in relief.

"Where am I?" asked Amity looking around.

"This is Camp Half-Blood." her mother told her, "It's a safe place for you."

"What do you mean?" asked Amity confused.

"Amy, I know that you think the man at home is your father, but I married him when you were two." her mother explained.

"I know that Mom." Amity said.

"Your real father, your biological father, was a Greek God." her mother continued deadly serious.

Amity looked at her but her mother didn't say a word to indicate that this was an elaborate prank or some sort of twisted joke. Her mother also wasn't known for joking around.

"So my father was?" Amity prompted.

"I don't know. He never said which god he was. However, that means you are a demigod, half-god and half-human." her mother told her, "It means that monsters, such as the Hellhounds which attacked you…"

Amity's mother had to pause as Amity twisted this way and that trying to see her back. She could feel the bandages but she didn't feel the pain.

"Peace child." a man's voice said and the door creaked open to reveal a creature who was a horse from the waist down.

It was a good thing that Amity was accepting this fast. If she wasn't, she would have fainted or screamed.

"We have healed what could be healed." he told her, "There is no way of knowing how your back will heal. However, all that moving will only agitate the wounds."

"Mom, who is he?" Amity asked settling down.

"That's Chiron, the camp's activities director." her mother said with a sigh, "I guess I should start from the beginning. It all started the night you were born. Your father vanished but I had worked with enough demigods to know what you were."

Amity settled in to listen to the story.