This story is not about me, no, it's about my son. The year I died was 1357 B.C., but my son was born over two thousand years later. You see Christina is really Artemis in mortal form. She did not fall in love with a mortal and have me, but I am her child. It's hard to explain.
Anyway, my son, he is born more then two thousand years, after my death, in a farm close to his protection. This farm grew strawberries and paid no one. There was also a camp nearby which was his protection. This camp was for people like him, like me, for demigods or half bloods.
It had and has satyrs, demigods, monsters, and more. There's a sign on your way inside that says "Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia" and it's true. But people like me and my son are not supposed to go inside to protect our God parent.
My mother is Artemis and she is called the virgin goddess of the hunt for a reason. And if word ever got out that she had me as her child then, literally, all hell would break loose. It would be even worse if word got out that she had me and my son. There are other Gods that mustn't (A.N.: mustn't is a weird word.) have children, but if you're known as being a virgin, then there are some things that are going to come up.
Anyway, again, my son, he lived a simple life, working, farming, and learning. He worked with some of camp half bloods campers picking the strawberries and doing other work. Even though he lived on a farm he still went to school, well he was home schooled. He was smart and always wanted to be further ahead in his life, but that was about to change.
One specific day while he was picking strawberries with some campers, he heard and smelt something coming towards them. With Artemis being the goddess of the hunt, he had significant hunting abilities. He could even smell if there was a mouse in the house.
"Um, guys?" He asked the others.
"What is it, Kyle?" Asked one of the female campers he had made friends with, her name was Jessica.
"I don't know, maybe it's nothing." He said getting back to work.
Kyle's view.
'I know something's coming, but maybe it's just another big rig.' I thought.
It was coming fast, like Speedy Gonzales fast, straight for us. I picked a strawberry and smelt it. "Bad one." I said.
"Oh, I'll take it." Said one of my male friends from that camp, his name was Curtis.
I tossed it to him and asked, "Why do you still take the bad strawberries?"
"We have other uses for them besides eating them."
I picked a few more and asked, "Like what? Strawberry juice?"
"Sometimes." He said.
After a few more baskets I looked up and saw their camp director that was always in his wheelchair. They said he didn't need to be in it, but he still sat in it all day. I had to take another look when I saw him sitting on a horse. 'Odd.' I thought.
"Hey, your camp director is waiting for you." I said to everyone around.
They all looked up then looked behind them. Curtis and Jessica asked, "How close is that smell?"
I took a good smell and said, "Half a mile away. Why?"
They looked a little panicked and I looked back up the hill to see that the camp director had left. "U-um, w-we have to go. B-bye." Said Jessica.
"Kay, bye." I said picking up two of the baskets full of berries. I walked over to our farmhouse door and opened it.
"There you are Kyle, how many bad ones did you get?" Asked my dad.
"Seventeen out of six hundred. Getting some of the campers from the camp next door was a really good idea." I said putting the baskets next to the door.
"Ya and we don't even have to pay them. You know what? We should go thank them in person." Said my mother.
"Ya. Maybe we can catch up with them and find out where their camp director sleeps. I bet that's where he'll be."
"Okay, I'll get my cane." Said my dad. He was recovering from a tractor accident and needed a cane to help him go from place to place.
"Oh I need to put on my wig." Said my mother. She had just gone through chemo and lost all of her hair.
My dad had grey strands of hair with some blond and my mother wore a brown wig with curly hair. It's the kind of hair she had before she went through cancer. I had auburn hair; it's a kind of red. My dads' eyes were light blue and my mothers were dark green, yet I had strange silver eyes. There was no resemblance with any of us.
"Okay, I'm going to put on some better clothes." I said walking to my room.
When I opened my closet I saw what I wanted to wear, a shirt with symbols from over hundreds of things (No specific color), and blue jeans. I quickly put them on and went back into the living room. My mom and dad were waiting for me at the door.
"Let's go." I said and we left.
When we walked outside I saw the campers at the top of the hill. "Kyle, go stop them, will ya?" Asked my dad.
I took off as fast as I could and in a matter of seconds I caught up to them. "-temis' child?" Asked Jessica to Curtis.
"Hey, wait up." I said not even breathing slightly hard.
"Hey, Kyle, what are doing here?" Curtis asked.
"Me, my mom, and my dad wanted to thank you for helping out with picking the strawberries." I said looking back to see if my parents were close.
"Oh, well, um, you can thank us here." Jessica said.
"No, no, no, we want to thank your camp director. Where is he?"
"U-um," started Jessica, "h-he's, um."
"He's gone." Finished Curtis.
"Gone?" I asked looking up at a sign. "I just saw him, not even two minutes ago."
My dyslexia started acting up, but this time it made it to where I could read. The sign said, "Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia".
"H-he just lef-" Jessica started.
"Does that say heroes?" I asked.
They both looked at the sign behind them and mumbled what it said. They were dyslexic like me and so they probably saw what I did. "Um, y-ya. It does." Curtis said.
Jessica whispered to Curtis, "What are you doing? We would have to talk to Chiron before we even think about telling him."
"I know, I know, but what are we supposed to tell him? It's not like we can tell him that it doesn't say 'heroes'." Curtis whispered back.
"Um, guys? You know I can hear everything that you're saying, right?" I asked.
They both looked up at me and said, "Oh, we went talking about anything."
"We were just, um…" Jessica tried saying.
"Um, just talking about, um…" Curtis tried.
Just then my parents came up and we forgot about whatever they were trying to say. "Well, good job, son. Now did you get them to say where their camp director is?" Asked dad.
"Er, n-no. Uh, Curtis, Jessica, where is your camp director?" I asked.
"D-down in the valley-but I don't think it'sagoodidea (it's a good idea, said really fast)!" Jessica (metaphorically) hurled out of her mouth.
I walked right past a pine tree, but my mom and dad got stopped like a cow with no legs (ground beef). "Oh, crap." Curtis said stretching each word.
When I turned around I saw two reasons for why he just said that. One, some possible secret might have just been found out. Two, a bat like woman was flying for my parents. "Wha-what's going on?" I asked.
"Kindly One, twelve o'clock." Curtis said.
"No, really? Dude, that's kind of obvious." Jessica said. "Kyle, run to the big house in the valley and get help."
"I won't make it in time." I said.
"Yes you will, now go!" She said and I ran faster then I ever had and made it in almost ten seconds.
When I got there I slammed into the wall and fell over. "Ow." I quickly got up and saw a round man.
I ran to him and he asked, "Artemis, what ar-who are you?"
"Ne-need help, bat lady, front gate, parents." I said dizzy and slammed my hands on the table.
"I have a few things to say to you. One, you just ruined my ongoing game of pinochle. Two, you move fast for a brat. Three, you came to the wrong person if you're looking for help."
I guess I made the mistake of smacking him and said, "I don't care what I did, but I would really appreciate it if you got some help."
He stood up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "Brat, if you want to live another second I sagest you do not do that again. And I will get help for your pathetic parents…" He stopped after he said that word and called for help.
His eyes were bloodshot probably from drinking, curly hair so black, it almost looked purple. He was wearing tiger-striped Hawaiian shirt and purple running shoes which I thought was odd because it looked like he hadn't ever ran a day in his life. Something about him looked familiar, but I wasn't sure what.
When help came they were dressed in Greek armor and had spears, swords, and other scarier looking weapons in their hands. "Where are we being attacked, Sir?" One asked.
"Follow this boy." He said.
They all looked at me and after a little a big girl said, "Take us to the fight."
"Oh." I said and I ran for the gate. I looked back once and saw that they were far behind, so I stopped.
It took us two minutes for us to get to the entrance and once I heard a girl ask, "What parent do you think is his?" I looked over to see that it was a blond girl about fourteen and a bit athletic.
"Don't know, the only one that I can think of is a virgin goddess." Said a boy with jet black hair.
When we finally got to the top of the hill I saw Jessica lying on the ground with Curtis over her, protecting her. "Jessica!" I said and ran over to them.
"No!" Said Curtis. "The Kindly One will kill you!"
"Kindly what?" I asked and looked over to the bat lady. "Hey, that thing looks like-wow!" I ducked so it wouldn't take my head with it.
"Thing!" I gripped. "I am a Fury, not a Thing."
"Th-that thing just talked." I said shaking.
"You should really stop calling The Kindly One a thing."
It swopped after me again and I simply kicked it, but it clawed my leg. I breathed out the pain and looked at my leg. Breathing became harder and harder until I couldn't breath at all. Everything became fuzzy, but before I went out of it, I saw the beast turn into gold dust and in my leg was a claw, a claw as big as my head.