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Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson continuity. If I did, this story would go to Rick Riordan for a story request.
The Shawn Hodgson Chronicles
Book One
The Son of Artemis
Chapter One
I Play Basketball with a Bull (not from Chicago)
Okay, hello. I think it's best if I introduce myself. My name is Shawn Hodgson. The following story is yours to interprete if
it's true or not. No names have been changed, for that reason. This story begins in a village in the middle of nowhere. I
was at the pavilion there shooting hoops when a huge guy walked up to me. Besides the fact that he was REALLY ugly, he
had a bull's head in place of a human head. Yes, I know what a Minotaur is. At this point, I hadn't realized they actually
existed. Neither had I cared. He charged at me, without provocation. I dodged, which was good, because this guy was
FAST. He slammed into the pavilion and I heard an explosion somewhere off to the South. I looked and saw a fireball
where my house had been. Naturally, I got angry and picked up a basketball and threw it at him. Yeah, I know. Bad
choice of weapon against a Minotaur. But it was a beautiful three-pointer. As it got ready to charge me, an arrow flew into
its skull. It fell down and died. As it lay there, it disintegrated. A bunch of girls in combat boots, jeans, and hoodies came
towards me. Not knowing what else to do, I dropped the basketball. The girls didn't look impressed, but they held back. I
guess it was my lucky day, by which I mean they didn't try to kill me. I'm not very interested in girls or romance. I'm just
a nerd. One of them, apparently the leader, spoke up. "Are you Shawn Hodgson?" I nodded. "May I help you?" That didn't
impress them. They grabbed me and dragged me towards one of the basketball hoop poles. They pushed me up against it
and one of them pressed a dagger to my throat. "Watch your flirting, boy." I wasn't happy with that. "I wasn't flirting, I
was asking an honest question!" She didn't cut my throat, which I guess is about as good as it could get, except a van
came out of nowhere with the words Delphi Strawberry Services painted on it. A blond guy stepped out. "Sis, you know
the agreement. All Demigods come to camp, no exceptions." The leader looked at him. "Tell that to Shelby." 'Shelby'
backed up, thankfully, because I was ready to lose it. "Could someone please tell me what's going on?" Nobody told me to
shut up, which, I guess was a mercy in itself. The blond guy spoke up. "My name is Jason Grace. I'm a Demigod. Like
you." Oh, boy.
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