Jenna Reolai, Jen 16 honey blond with chocolate streaks. Silver locket.

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Dimitri POV

I leaned against a tree outside the school that Hestia had directed me to. Lady Hestia had informed me that she had a sixteen year old daughter. Her name was Jenna Reolai that attended Goode high school. She shouldn't be hard to find, Lady Hestia had told me to look for a girl with honey blond hair with chocolate brown streaks. She had a silver locket with 'Daughter of the hearth' engraved in ancient Greek on the locket. The locket was shaped like a flame.

I had about three before the school closed. I was about to go get a cup of coffee when a scent filled my nostrils. I remembered the scent from my second attack, it was monster smell and it was coming from the school building.

I cursed in ancient Greek, dashing up the stairs and into the building. I ran across the hallway, earning some strange stares from the students in the hallway. The hallway was full of students. I traced the scent to a gymnasium.

I opened the door to find a gym full of girls. Apparently, at this school gym wasn't co-ed. I walked in to find two girls having an argument in the middle of the gym. The coach was sitting by the bleachers reading his issue of teachers monthly and not paying attention to the fracas that was about to happen . the girls had gathered around them and were chanting 'fight'.

One of the girls was the one I was looking for. I didn't expect her to look so much like her mother; it was like looking at a clone, minus the completely brown hair. My guess was that her dad was blonde.

Her locket gleamed in the gym lights, the other girl stared at in hate. Speaking of the other girl, she looked kind of weird. Her skin was deathly pale like mine and her hair was red and worst of all, the scent was coming from her.

Then Jenna made a big mistake by slapping the girl. The girl began to breath heavily in anger and she screeched so loud that the other girls stumbled backwards. Then she transformed into her true form, her teeth grew into fangs and her hair burst into flames. The weirdest part was her legs, one was metallic while the other one was a goat leg. She knocked Jenna aside and was about to finish her off when I fired a fire ball at her, knocking her back.

"Ah, hello demigod, I will enjoy fisting on your blood" she hissed, then lunged at me, I sidestepped, but she was apparently too smart to fall for it, slashing me in the chest with such force that aside from creating a nasty gash on my chest, it also sent me flying into the bleachers.

My form changed instantaneously as I connected with the bleachers, thankfully, the scales cowered the gash, allowing me to get. I knew that the wound wasn't healed, it was just covered up, allowing me to ignore it as long as I was in this form

She looked momentarily shocked, but then she lunged in the air at me, I lunged at her and tackled her in mid air, punching her with my bronze arm. A punch that sent her into the wall, making it crash down on her.

I landed in front of her; she looked dazed as I picked her up by her collar.

"What are you" she hissed, my hand morphed into a sword (I found out how to change it into different weapons) Her eyes widened and she lunged out of my grasp.

"Fine then, I guess you want to play hard to get" I said.

She must have been a young and very inexperienced monster because she allowed me to grab her by the neck as she lunged at me.

"Send me a post card from Tartarus" I said with a smile, then I dug my sword into her chest and watched as she exploded into golden dust.

I turned around to check the damage when I was nailed in the face by a dodge ball, Jenna stood there, holding the coach's chair in a defensive position.

"S-stay away from me" She stammered

"Calm down and put down the chair, I won't hurt you" I said, inching closer.

"Yeah right, that's exactly what a bad guy would say, right before they capture you"

"Look, in this world.." I said, gesturing to myself ".. if I were a bad guy, you would already be dead by now"

That convinced her to put the chair down.

"So, if you aren't a bad guy, then what are you?"

"Well, I don't usually look like this but I have a bad wound and this form is all that is keeping me from passing out. I am a demigod, and so are you"

"A demi-what?" I sighed; this was going to be tougher than I thought.