I know. I'm a horrible person. But hey, at least you guys got a chapter to read! I'll hopefully be posting another chapter on Monday next week (*gets struck by lightning* Screw it), but don't count on it.

R&R what you thought. Constructive stuff is always welcome. Enjoy Megan's suffering!

I ran up the stairs in a hurry. Pushing the door to my room open, I snatched up my bag and, and tipped its contents out onto my already messed up bed. Textbooks, pencils, notebooks, and an apple wrapped with plastic tumbled out. I slipped my laptop and its charger into the laptop sleeve. I selected the warmest and most comfortable clothes that were suited for winter. I shoved a lightweight Polartec jacket inside. Anything that would help me endure the dangerous elements of the Canadian wilderness, into the bag it went.

Finally, when the bag was full to the point of bursting, I managed to shove in one last thing. It was a book called The Art of War, by Sun Tzu. You would think that with ADHD, dyslexia, and idiotic teachers that didn't care about their students personal lives, I would never have had time to sit down and quietly read. But the book was a birthday present from Dad, and it didn't seem fair to leave it behind to collect dust on a desk.

As I was about to step out the door, I took one more desperate glance around the room, incase there was anything that I had left behind. My eyes landed on my badminton racket. At just one look, I was reliving my past, when I was obsessed with the whooshing sound of the racket swinging through the air. I could hear my happy little squeals when the shuttlecock I smacked sailed past my Dad and landed on the other side of the court. Now I was potentially leaving the sport I loved most behind.

I ripped myself out of the memory and forced my hands to pull the door closed. What good would a badminton racket be in the Canadian wilderness anyway? I took a step towards my future life that lacked the awesomeness of badminton.

"Oh, what the heck." I muttered as I kicked the door open again and snatched the racket off the wall. Screw practicality, said the sentimental part of me to my brain as I headed down the stairs.

I was in for a surprise when I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Mom and Dad, they looked so - I almost couldn't find the word to describe it, when it suddenly popped into my head. Different.

Mom was sitting at the dining room table, twiddling her thumbs like she always did when she was worried. I'd seen her do this many times, but this was the first I had seen wearing armor and a sword scabbard. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which I had never seen her wear before. There was a golden helmet resting in front of her.

Dad was pacing the floor beside a stack of suitcases, no doubt the things that they were taking with them. He too, was wearing armor, but instead of a sword at his side, he had a bow and quiver slung across his back. The way he walked with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration was like a worried general debating weather to pull his troops back or not.

"Mom? Dad?" I called to my parents. Mom looked up from the table. Dad snapped out of his trance like pacing and regarded me with those kind brown eyes. "Yes, Megan?" He asked.

"I'm ready to go." I replied, as if it was just a normal day of Dad dropping me off at school.

"Alright. Once Sean comes down, we can get Silver then go."

I would've smacked my forehead in realization about forgetting my horse, but I heard a squeaking sound coming from behind me, and never had the chance.

A guinea pig had slid down the stairway banister, squealing as it went down. And its rear end was coming dangerously close to my hand, which was still on the railing. I yanked my hand away with a yelp.

The guinea pig dropped onto the floor, then suddenly started to grow. Its body lengthened, its face was flattening out and its eyes were rapidly morphing from beady black to cheeky brown. I'll stop it right there. To be honest, the whole scene was a tad bit gross and disturbing. Suddenly the guinea pig I just witnessed changing shape had morphed into my own brother (I take it back. The scene was waaay disturbing).

Sean grinned at me while I spluttered "W-what just happened?" A guinea pig turned into my brother. No way. It's just a joke. A very funny joke. Haha. Maybe the peanut butter in my sandwich had been tampered with, and that was making me see stuff. That's it! I tried to tell myself.

"Sean, stop teasing your sister. She's already had so much to deal with today." Dad scolded.

Sean shrugged. "Okay."

"B-but, how?!" I cried. Looking back on it now, I might've looked pretty silly with my squeaky little voice, but at that moment, I was pretty stumped.

Mom let a sound like an understanding sigh. She smiled at me. "The way your brother does it is the same way you can control precious metals and gems."

My jaw dropped. I totally forgot that I was trying to keep 'that' a secret.

"About that," I started.

"Not to worry," Dad said picking up the bags and moving in the direction of the back door. "you got it from us."

"From you?" I asked.

"We are demigods after all. We usually receive powers from our godly parents." Dad replied. "Because you and Sean are our children, you each get a little bit of the gene that our parents passed to us. You got your powers from mother. Your brother got his powers from me."

I thought about it. But one detail bothered me. "Mom?" I called.

Mom placed a hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "Yes, Megan?"

"If we got our powers from you and Dad," I said. "how come you've never used them? Like when you told us that you were demigods, I would've thought that you would demonstrate to prove you were telling the truth."

She opened her mouth to reply, but hesitated. She pursed her lips.

"I can't tell you right now." Mom sighed. "But I can tell you one day."

Well that answered my question.

"Well," Dad broke the awkwardness. "We should really get going now." He picked up his coffee mug and peeked through the blinds of the kitchen window. His eyes widened. His coffee mug hit the floor and shattered. Coffee spilled everywhere.

"Frank?" Mom asked worriedly. "Frank what's wrong?"

"Di Immortales." Dad started breathing heavily. "Nothing ever made it this far!"

Mom ran to the window and carefully looked out. She gasped and backed away, murmuring "That's impossible. The magic can't have worn out so soon…"

"What's going on?" I said. I didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly my tough and battle worn parents were crumbling like a sandcastle.

Sean came close to me and put his arm over my shoulders, as if to protect me. His eyes were wide with fear. "I think that's one of the monsters Mom and Dad were telling us about."

LATER PEEPS.