'Sup guys? Here's chapter three of The Imprisonment of Health, so enjoy! I'll hopefully be updating every Monday, so look out for a new chapter next week!

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I braced myself for the worst. Maybe Mom and Dad were getting divorced. But then I thought, Nah, nothing could ever break the bond of their love. Maybe they would ground me for life, then not allow me to leave the house except for Sean's wedding, as punishment for getting myself kicked out of the only school in the area (We lived in the armpit of nowhere).

Or maybe -gasp- they wouldn't allow me to watch TV until I was in highschool, and take away my laptop so I couldn't play Minecraft anymore.

Good news: none of the above happened. Bad news: What happened was even worse.

Mom took a deep breath. "What we're about to tell you, is about who your father and I really are."

Maybe if I wasn't so shocked about what my mom had just said, I would've said something other than: "What do you mean, who you really are?"

Dad stepped in and put a hand on Mom's shoulder. "What we're trying to say, is that we're not normal." I opened my mouth to speak, but Dad raised a hand, and I remained silent. "No, we're not aliens from another planet with plans of world domination. We are also not spies for a secret organization that creates drugs that shrink people. Your mother and I are demigods."

"Demigods?" I asked.

"It means half-god and half human." Sean said bluntly, with no sense of drama. "Can I go doodle now?"

"No." Came Mom's reply.

"What about a snack?"

"Fine. Five minutes."

"Can you make me some coffee while you're at it?" Dad shouted after Sean, who was disappearing into the kitchen.

Silence.

"Do I have to?" Said a grumpy fourteen year old.

"Don't forget to use the almond milk." Dad hollered as he followed his son into the kitchen to make sure that he didn't slip any lactose into his coffee.

I made a time out gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What about me? I didn't eat lunch!"

"I could make you a sandwich." Mom suggested.

"Deal." I said. "But back to the actual subject, when you say half-god, are you trying to say that half of your DNA was inherited from an ancient, mythological, deity?"

Mom smiled. "That's just about right."

"So you all knew about this the whole time?" I asked at the table over a platter of PB&J.

Mom nodded. "Yes. But we were hoping that you wouldn't find out so soon."

"Why is that?"

She pursed her lips, and set down her sandwich. "Well, it seems that whenever a person descended from a deity lives his life normally, then the news is suddenly broken to him, his scent grows stronger. Your father and I have a particularly strong one."

"What makes a scent?"

"It comes from your godly ancestors. The more powerful god your ancestor was, the stronger your scent will be."

"You said that you and Dad have a strong scent. Who were your ancestors?"

Mom cocked her head to the side as if listening to an invisible force for advice on answering my question. Finally she exhaled and said "My father was Pluto. Your father's father was Mars."

"Pluto? As in 'God of Death and Riches' Pluto?"

"That's the one."

Dad slid into the seat next to Mom. "And yes, Megan, my dad was the roman god of war. Mind you, not the one in the video game. If you ever meet him, do not bring up that subject. He would rip your arms off and beat your head with it."

Mom scowled. "Frank, isn't that too much?"

Dad raised his hands in a so what? gesture. "But I was just quoting Percy!"

At least that's what I thought I'd heard. I swallowed. "Advice taken, Dad."

I stared down at my sandwich. If I took it apart, I could see that the jelly was in the middle of the sandwich, and the peanut butter acted as a cage. That way, the jelly wouldn't spill out all over my fingers. Mom had made it exactly the way I liked. I was very picky about my snacks.

"So," I said. "What's so bad about having a strong scent?"

Dad shuddered. "Monsters attack, and try to kill you."

"You get more powerful, then get noticed by certain people who would like to have you under their control." Mom added.

Sean grinned. "I actually asked Dad if I needed some sort of Olympian level of deodorant to cover up the stink!"

"That actually sounds like a good idea." I said. "You do stink." We all laughed it off, but the heinous thought of fighting monsters that could kill you after one wrong move, crawled up my spine like an army of impending ants.

"Speaking of monsters," I said casually. "When do they attack?"

Mom suddenly paled. "Speaking of that, we should get going!"

Dad pushed his chair back with a loud screeeeech! "Your mom is right. Go to your room, and pack enough to last for a week." The tone of his voice was that of a military commander. "We need to leave as soon as possible."

"Where are we going?" I asked in confusion as my brother and I were shooed off to the stairs.

Mom caught my gaze. The look in her eyes was deadly serious, but you could almost see a tiny shred of excitement. "We're going to Camp Legacy. One of the only places in the world that's safe for you

Sorry if the chapter was a little short, but I'll try and make it up to you guys next week. Don't forget to R&R, and constructive criticism is always welcome. PEACE!