"What do you mean that you know my mom? My mom died years ago in childbirth." I say confusedly. How can this horse-man know my mom if she's dead?
"I think its best we take this inside. Chiron and I have to explain some things first. Remember, you said you'd keep an open mind even if things seemed crazy." My daddy said. The horse-man, probably the 'Chiron' my dad was talking about, walked into the big blue house behind him and we followed. For some reason I felt like I was not going to like what I was about to hear.
For the next two hours my father, who I'd never known to lie, and Chiron, who I'd come to find out was the activities director at camp, tried to convince me that I was some half-goddess half-human called a demigod. Apparently Camp Half-Blood was a camp for Greek demigods and you couldn't enter unless you had godly blood running through your veins. I then asked them how my father, who until recently I'd always though of as a average human being, was able to enter camp then because according to them my mother, who I'd always thought was dead, was my godly parent. When my dad turned to me and said that he too was a demigod, a son of Zeus, it felt like another blow to my chest. Not only had my dad went my whole entire life lying to me about my mother and not only my but also his lineage. Almost the full two hours had gone by before I asked the most important question.
"Who is my mom? Which goddess?" we'd learned about Greek mythology in school and I'd found it so especially fascinating that I'd memorized all of the Greek gods and goddesses. Now I knew why I liked it so I guess. Was my mother Demeter, goddess of the harvest? Or could she be Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty?
"Elizabeth, your mom is Athena. She's the reason that you love learning. I met her one day in collage. At the time I didn't know who she was, but she knew me. I was known throughout the mythological world not only due to who my father was, but due to the fact that I had done so much for Olympus. It wasn't until she was three months pregnant with you that your mother explained to me who she was and that unfortunately that after you were born she wouldn't get to see you much due to this rule that gods and goddesses can't raise their children. You're so much like her Elizabeth. There's no doubt in my mind that she's proud of you."
Thoughts ran through my mind. So many unanswered questions. I was about to ask my dad how exactly Athena was my mother when she is a virgin goddess when a boy who looked like a tornado swept his hair ran into the room.
"Chiron! A fight broke out between the Ares and Hermes cabins. You need to stop them and quick because someone said something about bring out the fireworks," Tornado Boy said catching his breath. He was a little taller than me, which is saying something because I'm not short by any means, and looked to be about my age. Other than the fact that his hair looked like a bird's nest he was actually kind of attractive, not that I was looking to date him or anything just an observation.
"Alright. I'm sorry but I really must go. I'm sure your dad can answer any of your other questions and Jacob here can show you around camp. Elizabeth will be staying in cabin 1 for tonight, but tomorrow she will decide if she wants to stay in cabin 1 or cabin 6. She's welcome at both, but it up to her. And the claiming will take place tonight at dinner." And then Chiron was gone. Tornado Bo- Jacob turned to me and stuck out his hand,
"Jacob, son of Poseidon and grandson of Hermes. Third year camper. And you?"
"Elizabeth, apparently I'm the daughter of Athena and granddaughter of Zeus. This is all really confusing though. Never in my life had I ever thought I would be a demigod." I said shaking his hand. I felt a spark when I touched him. Not like a metal-in-electric-outlet spark but more like a nice spark.
"Well technically we, you and I, are tri-gods. Demi refers to half and we have three-fourths godly blood. Tri-gods actually aren't that common. I think there's like one other living on and they're like twenty five so they no longer go to camp."
"Sorry, I'm still new and don't know a whole lot about all of this, like what makes us special? Why do we have to come to camp? Is it dangerous to have a godly parent? I want to know it all." I say excitement creeping into my voice. I've never felt this way before. Like I belong. I've always been an out cast, but not here. This is where I belong. I can feel it.
"Everything? That's a lot to explain, but lucky for you I have time." Jacob turned and walked out of the room. I looked at my dad who had jut been standing there silently throughout that exchange and begged him with my eyes to go. In his face I could see how he wanted to be able tell me everything Jacob could, but that he was letting me make my own choices. So I followed Jacob, and couldn't be happier that I did.