Author's Notes: Hey, RayTheZoroark here. I'm a day late (sadly) updating, but I did get a few chapters done, so I'll be updating this story and WIIAM. Hopefully, I'll get TGOTL updated next week, along with FE:L and PE:WOF.

Disclaimer: PJO and HO are both owned by Rick Riordan. I claim nothing but the OCs, and the story idea. Everything else is his.

PS: Due to the fact that I've only read PJO and HO, those are the only books I'll be referring to in the process of making this fanfic. I apologize for the inconvenience, and hope you have a great day.

Suddenly, an arrow sprouted from the middle giant's chest. He gave a grunt of surprise, and crumbled to dust.

The other two stared at the fallen giant for a second, then turned to the door. Standing there, in a black leather jacket, and dark jeans, a guy stood, bow in hand, calmly notching another bronze tipped arrow as he aimed at the giant to my left. The guy looked to be about 18, had pale skin, and black hair that fell past his shoulders. The strangest part, though, were his eyes. Where as a normal person's eyes (ha, normal) would be green, blue, sometimes brown, his were pure black. And yet, they seemed to twinkle with some kind of light.

"Back off." The guy spoke. His voice was scratchy, as though he weren't used to using it.

Getting over their initial surprise, the final two cannibals burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" They laughed. The one to my right spoke. "Another demigod? This must be our lucky day! We could even get the rest a couple of take out bags!"

And grinning again, he pulled a club from seemingly nowhere. The other followed his example.

"I'll not warn you again." The guy spoke once more, his arrow trained on the left cannibal's head.

In answer, they both charged. He loosed the arrow, but the cannibal raised his club, and the arrow sunk into it. The right one swung his club, and I fully expected the guy to become a large stain on the door.

However, the guy simply sidestepped the swing, drawing a black sword, and swung up. The Laistrygonian exploded in a cloud of dust.

Noticing that the guy had his back to it, The final cannibal used that moment to swing down as well, trying to catch the guy by surprise. Once again, however, the guy simply sidestepped the attack, and swung his sword again, cutting the club in half. The Laistrygonian stared at the sliced off club in surprise, then back at the guy.

"Who are you?" The giant asked in wonder.

"No one of consequence." Was the guy's answer.

"You look familiar." The giant insisted.

"I try not to be." The guy answered, and stepped forward, and with a quick swipe, the final giant was gone.

I stared at the guy as he calmly sheathed his sword, and picked up his bow. He turned to me, and leaned on his bow.

"I take it you don't know who you are." He said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, taken back by the question.

Before he could answer, the door to the store opened, and two people walked in. The first was a guy, looked to be about 17, and had curly brown hair tucked into a baseball cap. He wore a faded orange shirt, and blue jeans.

The second also looked to be about 17, but the resemblance stopped there. First off, she was female. Second, she had long brown hair tied in a ponytail down her back. She wore armor over her clothes, and was carrying a spear loosely in her hands. Her stormy grey eyes glanced between them, filled with wonder, and strangely enough, anger.

"Who're you?" She asked.

The pale guy laughed a short, humorless laugh, and said, "Before you start interrogating us, perhaps we should go somewhere more private. It's a little messy in here."

She looked around the room quickly, and nodded. "Of course. Follow me." Then she turned and walked out the door.

Now, call me crazy, but I followed them, if for no other reason than that they had seen the monsters, and were actually speaking to me about them. Not to mention that the pale guy saved my life.

And so out the door we went. I followed the girl as she led us through a couple of streets, until we stopped in front of an apartment building. She led the way inside. The inside was pretty ordinary, as she led us into the living room, which consisted of one couch and a love seat crammed into it. She and the curly haired dude took the couch, so I sat on the love seat. The other guy remained standing, though he leaned on the wall.

"So, as I asked before, who are you? Are you from Camp Jupiter?" The girl asked.

"Where?" I asked.

"I don't think they are." The curly haired dude said to the girl. "They don't smell like it."

She turned to him. "Then where would two exceptionally old demigids be from, if not there or Camp Half-Blood?"

"They could be the 1%." Curly answered. She shook her head, then turned to me and the pale guy.

"What're your names?" She asked.

"It's common courtesy to give your own name before asking for someone else's." Pale guy answered before I could answer.

The girl's eyes blazed, but the curly haired guy chuckled.

"Sorry about that, guess we got ahead of ourselves." He said. He stood, and extended his hand to us.

"Name's Birch, a licensed protector of Camp Half-Blood."

A small smile appeared on the pale guy's face. "A satyr named Birch?" He asked.

Birch seemed surprised. "What gave me away?" He asked.

" You talked about our smell." Pale guy answered.

"See?" The girl interrupted. "How could he know what a satyr was and not know what HE was?"

"I know exactly what I am." The guy answered. He jerked his thumb in my direction. "It's him who doesn't know who he is."

At this point, I was extremely confused. They had called Birch a satyr, but he looked like a normal human to me. Besides, how wouldn't I know who I am?

"What's going on?" I asked.

Birch turned to me.

"You're Jacob Mendez, right?" Birch asked.

That immediately put me on the defence.

"Yes." I answered. "How'd you know?"

"I was assigned to be your protector when we found you." He replied.

"Protector?" I scoffed, sizing him up. He didn't look like much of a fighter to me. "I don't need protection."

"Every demigod needs a protector to help them get to camp." Birch insisted.

"Demigod? Camp?" I asked.

The girl chimed in. "You know the greek gods, right?"

"You mean like Zeus and Poseidon, right?" I asked. "What about them?"

"Well, they're real." She replied.

Well, that's it. I finally cracked. I've gone crazy.

"Yeah, funny. But seriously." I said.

No one smiled, or laughed. I was kinda hoping they would.

"You're joking, right?" I asked.

"No." She answered.

"Okay... What does that have to do with me?" I asked. Okay, I may be a little more accepting than most people, but when you've seen what I've seen, you eventually start believing.

"Well, what was the thing that the gods did all the time in the stories?" The girl prompted.

"Had kids?" I guessed, and she nodded. Then it hit me. What she was implying. Now I knew they were nuts.

"I don't believe you." I stated flatly.

"And yet you believe that you were attacked by giant cannibals today." Birch commented dryly.

"That's a whole nother thing all together." I stated.

"Not really." Birch said. "It's the reason monsters attack you."

Then again, the monsters had called him demigod before. So maybe...

"But...me?" I asked. Seriously, if I was the child of a god, shouldn't my living conditions be...I don't know...better?

"Well, yeah, you." The girl said.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but so is everything that happens in the life of a demigod." Birch said.

Pale guy sighed, and leaned back against the wall. "This is not how I planned on spending my time today."

"What do you mean?" The girl asked.

"Still haven't introduced yourself." he answered.

Once again, she glared daggers at him.

However, she drew herself up to her full height, and said, "I'm Samantha Jones, Head counselor of the Athena cabin."

"Ah." He said, "That explains the eyes."

"Now I've introduced myself, so tell me: who are you, and how do you know so much about the camp?" She said.

"I'm called Efialtis." He replied. "And I was sent to find your camp."

"By whom?" She asked.

"My mother." He replied.

"Who is she?" Samantha asked. "Is she a god?"

"No." He answered. A small smile, however, played at his lips, as though the question amused him.

"We're getting off track." Birch suddenly cut in. "We should take them back to camp. I'm sure Chiron would want to hear this too."

Samantha seemed to be about to argue, but then she sighed.

"I guess you're right. I'll get my answers soon enough." She turned to me, sizing me up.

"So, we can't force you to come." She said. "However, if you do come, I can promise that you'll be relatively safe, and you'll be somewhere that you can train yourself to become stronger. You'll also find out who your godly parent is."

I was still skeptical. However, even if this was an elaborate farce, what could possibly go wrong with going along with them?

"I'll go." I answered.

I would soon find out just how wrong things could go.

End Notes: And done. Second chapter over with, so please tell me how I've done so far. As I've mentioned before, I am (at this time) accepting OCs, so if you have one you want in this story, just fill out the following form and review or pm it to me:

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And...I think that's it. Again, hope you liked it! R&R! RayTheZoroark Out!

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