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"A demi-what? " I'm almost positive that this is all a dream and I'll wake up back in California.

"Like I said, I can't explain now." She repeated. "There may be more of them, or even worse monsters. Now, come on." She grabs my arm yet again, now with a firmer grip, and leads me toward a huge black van

"Do you mean the drac-" I start to say.

"Shut up!" Annabeth screams. "Sorry, it's just that names can mean a lot."

"Fine." I say and follow Annabeth into the parking lot. There is a large black van in there waiting there and Annabeth to head towards it.

"Umm, where are we going and why does it look like you are getting into that car?" I ask. For all she knows there could be some creeper in there, waiting to kidnap us. There was some strange writing on the van. At first I can't tell what it said, which is the norm for me, then the letters started to focus themselves and move around, and suddenly I could read it. Well, this is a first. The words Camp Half-blood were printed on the side.

"To camp. Can't you read the side of the van?" She asks, opening the door and motioning for me to get in. "I can't explain much right now outside, I'll try to explain more on our way."

She slides into the car and I follow her lead. "Argus, this is Helena, the one I came here for. Helena, this is Argus the camp security guard." Argus doesn't say anything, but looks in the rear view mirror to acknowledge me. Just when I think things can't get any stranger, they do.

I look into the mirror and see that on every visible inch of his skin is covered in bright blue eyes. He looks like a surfer dude, except for the multiple eyes all over his body. "I can see why he's the security guard, no pun intended," I whisper to Annabeth. With all strange things that have already happened today, I'm just going to go with it.

"Yeah," she replies. The car pulls out of the parking lot and we start down the road. "You're probably really confused right now, so I'll try and explain to the best of my ability."

"Please," I say. I don't know what's going on, but I'll just have to believe whatever she tells me, I don't really have another choice.

"Like previously mentioned, you're a demigod."

"Well, that clears things up," I say sarcastically. I vaguely remember learning about demigods during the Greek mythology unit in 8th grade. "Do you mean like Hercules and Achilles and junk. Those stories all made up."

"The thing is though, they're not. Sometimes gods get bored on Mount Olympus, so they come down to earth and have kids with mortals. Their children are half god and half mortal, hence the name demigod. Usually by the age of eight, monsters start attacking and they are sent to Camp Half-blood, where you train to defeat the monsters. Sometimes satyrs are placed at different schools to look out for half-bloods and sometimes, in your case, demigods can sense other demigods and come to get them. Usually if there aren't monsters in the area or they are a child of a minor god they live a normal life.

"In your case, I sensed that you were here and decided to enroll in the school. As soon as I smelled monsters, I knew you were in trouble, but I thought I might be wrong so I stayed to observe, well, you know what happened after that."

"But how come you just appeared from thin air, in the middle of class?" I ask, trying to take it all in.

She holds up her Yankees cap. "It's an invisibility cap," she says, slipping on the hat and disappearing immediately. My expression must've been pretty good, because an eruption of giggles come from the invisible girl.

"This is all so weird," I say as she reappears. "If that was the first time at the school too, then why did everyone seem like they knew you."

"The mist."

"The what?"

"The mist, it is kind of like a veil to mortals that blocks out all mythological creatures. The monster back at the school, no one saw the monster for what she actually was. They might've just seen two teenage girls having a cat fight. They can't see celestial bronze, the only type of sword able to kill monsters, either.

"Occasionally though, some mortals can see through the mist, like the oracle at camp, Rachel." She said the name with disgust. "Have you ever seen strange things that you can't really explain?"

Even though I want to ask about Rachel, I think back to the times when I was little and I would see things, which I now know were monsters, and when I told someone about it they would just say I was imagining things.

I ask the question that's been in my mind since Annabeth told me what I am. "So, who's my father?" She turns away with a sympathetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard to tell. Your godly parent has to claim you, all of their share similar traits though."

"Well who is your godly parent then? And what traits do you mean?"

"My mother is Athena, Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. All of the Athena children share the same blonde hair, stormy gray eyes, and are smart and have extreme skills in battle. The children usually have some type of power that has their parent posses."

"Oh," I say at loss of words. What if my father decides never to claim me? What if he doesn't want me? I'm sure he has tons of other kids at camp, why would he care about me if he hasn't already decided to find me or help me when I've been in need.

I try to put those thoughts out of my mind as I turn back to Annabeth. "Despite their dyslexia? What do you mean? Do all half-bloods have dyslexia?"

"Yeah," she replied, "our minds are wired to read ancient Greek, that's why you could read the side of the van."

I feel like I'm about explode from information overload. I stare out the window and we turn down a country road. After a few miles, we pull up to a huge hill with a pine tree at the top. Annabeth tells me that we are in Long Island, New York. I can't believe that we've traveled that far. Boy, does time fly when you're learning about who you really are.

I step out of the van and stare up the hill, ready to take on my new life.

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