A little explanation before we dive into this story. I refuse to believe the Gods never had kids in Europe, cause if you fall in love, you fall in love, Zeus has proven this many times before. So the only logical conclusion is that there are in fact Demigod Camps in Europe. So that's what the story is about. Hopefully you enjoy it, like and review if that is the case.

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Hey, I'm Olivia Smith, and…

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

…I'll continue later.

I rushed towards my mom as quickly as my legs could carry me. She was talking with a security guard when I arrived. My dad was checking in our luggage a bit further.

Did they seriously need to call me up already. It was going to take ages before we could board the ship. I wanted to go back down to the little fishing dock when a firm hand grasped my shoulder.

"You're going nowhere young lady", my mothers voice sounded behind me. I tried to wiggle free but that only made her grasp me tighter. So I just accepted my fate and stood beside her as we waited for our papers to be checked.

So, as I was saying. I'm Olivia. I'm 10 and as you might have heard often in these types of stories, I'm a bit of a weird kid.

My life had been a bit of a mess from when I was born. I wasn't exactly a normal kid. I was an albino. Which basically means my body decided I didn't really need the pigment that gives you any colour. The result, blinding white hair and eyes that look like a blind girl. Those eyes, being almost white, were no good either. I can barely see when there are lights nearby and have very poor depth perception.

On top of that, I also have ADHD. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. The name explains itself. I have trouble concentrating for long periods of time and am very hyperactive.

So you can already imagine the horror of going through school. I was bullied all the time and couldn't do much about it either, as they were very clever with it making sure they were always out of my reach. And I obviously wouldn't realize that.

And so it came that I ended up spending most of my time alone, playing in the dark tunnels and alleyways near my house in Birmingham. That was the only place where I felt safe and somewhat happy.

My parents weren't exactly the loving kind. They were always more interested in my brother, from since the moment he was born. He was perfect. A healthy little boy who didn't need to go get expensive surgery for his eyes, and didn't need expensive glasses or extra help with school. Basically, a perfect boy. Not that they got me the expensive glasses anyways. We have always been very poor, and my situation didn't help it. They got me just about as much medical care as I needed, but not a penny more.

So you might ask yourself how a poor family like ours got ourself onto a cruise ship set to sail around the Mediterranean. And there is only one simple answer. We didn't really get onto it, at least not legally. Not that my parents cared. My dad had been to prison for much worse than stealing four tickets from a random family who had accidentally left their bag a bit too far from their picknick spot in the park.

With all that, I think you've pretty much caught up to our little wicked family. Not bad huh, a thief for a father and an unemployed, drug-addict for a mom. Speaking of that mom, she was still painfully pinching me in my shoulder.

"Could you please let go, you're hurting me!" I tried to wiggle myself out of her grasp again. She firmed her grasp and lowered her head to my level. I could feel, and smell, her hot breath on my face.

"I will if you stay next to me and don't go running off again", she said in a very ominous voice. I knew she was being serious, mainly because she also had some anger issues. So I nodded very profusely until she let me go.

As she did though, my dad called for us. My mum walked off very quickly and I made sure to run beside her all the way. Whereas my mom looked kind of wicked, with almost red eyes, with huge bags underneath, and messy brown hair, my dad looked almost normal. He was definitely not normal. He was wearing normal, urban clothing and his hair, though being messy, did not look as filthy as my mom's.

"We're through", he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world to break into a cruise ship. He even had a smug grin on his face. The type of grin he wore as well when he came back from one of his nightly excursions with a bunch of jewels and cash. Most of it would be spent within the next couple of days on drugs and alcohol, but at least his "job" meant we almost never went hungry.

While my dad was still fond of himself for pulling off this "genius" act, the four of us were being led to our rooms by a rather plump, short man in a neat blue uniform. The lights on the lower decks were softer, which meant I could take off my sunglasses without horrendous pain. It still hurt, as it always did, just less.

The cabins we were thrown into were very luxurious. My mom and dad slept together with Malcolm, they didn't want to leave the six year old kid with me. Which meant that I got a whole two person room to myself. There was a double bed. Duh, where would two people otherwise sleep. A comfortable looking couch stood in one corner. The other corner was crowded by a small table and a couple of chairs. How luxurious the room looked, it was equally as hideous. The wall was covered in blue wallpaper with clownfish on it, which gave off a cacophony of blue and orange.

Luckily for me, the room was very poorly lit. With the only light coming from the lamps on the nightstands and another small lamp next to the couch. I put my orange sports bag down and plopped myself on the bed. As I laid there, a loud rumbling sound came from my stomach. Only now did I realise how hungry I had been. So, I grabbed my key and walked out the door.

The hallway I ended up in was long and straight. It had a bit of a less horrendous colour pallet. As I didn't remember which way we had come from earlier, I turned left and started walking. It must have been a pretty weird sight, a 10 year old girl wearing thorn, second hand clothing with sunglasses on walking through a very chique, and modern cruise ship hallway.

But I didn't care. I had never really cared much for what other people thought of me. I had been picked on and bullied so many times I had almost grown emotionally detached from my imago.

The hallway was packed with people, most of them with heaps of luggage. It was a very colourful bunch too. I could see lots more hideous looking sweaters, with terrible colour choice. I made my way through the colourful bunch, mumbling excuses when I inevitably bumped into people. Most of them didn't even care to look my way.

At some point, I saw a staircase on my right. I was very wide, with lots of people coming down, but very little going up. But it was either that, or continuing down a seemingly endless hallway. So I chose the quickest way out of my misery and started climbing the stairs, profusely mumbling excuses as I went along. As I reached the top, I stood at some sort of intersection. In front of me, the stairs continued. To the right, flashy signs were blinding and paining me. And to the left, a steep, very unofficial-looking staircase would lead me away from "the horde". I had to brace myself against the stream of people or I would be trampled and fall down the 50 or so stairs I had just climbed. So naturally, I started climbing the left stairs, leading me away from the monstrous amount of people.

Well, I say staircase, it was more a type of inclined ladder. It was made of wood and had clear and safe handrails. The thing was definitely made to be climbed frequently. Though it was not so tall, I was out of breath when I reached the top. As I gathered my breath, I took in my surroundings. It was another hallway, very similar to the one below. It even had the same orangy-brown wallpaper. This hall though, in comparison to the other ones, was completely deserted. And again, the hallway looked like it went on for miles in each direction.

"This isn't very helpful", I muttered to myself, before choosing to go left again and seeing where it would bring me. As I strolled through the deserted hallway, I encountered some doors on either side of the path. None of them, however, were open. So I continued in the same direction.

Going a bit further, I could clearly hear the loud noise of people shouting and machines running. I stopped for a moment, listening where the noise could be coming from. But the shape of the hallway made it sound like it was all around me. So once again, I continued forwards, determined to find some sort of eating place.

But it was not the eating place I would find first. Instead, it was quite the opposite of it. At the end of the hallway, in front of me, was the machine room of the ship. Giant engines blowing steaming hot water out, men in blue uniforms shouting at each other and running all over the place. And somehow, I had found a place so high up it had a wonderful view of the entire room. The only way to get up here from down below was through a series of metal ladders hanging from the walls. You know what I mean, the ones with a metal cage around them so you wouldn't fall out.

I stood there for a few minutes, watching. But the moment my belly started rumbling again, I realised this place would not give me what I need. In fact, quite the opposite, as I would have to travel all the way back down the hallway. So, I turned around and started walking. The walk back to the stairs took ages. Peeking over the top, I could still see hundreds of people being guided down the big stairs to their rooms. How many more would there be. And where would they all sleep.

I decided to leave those questions unanswered for now and continued down the hallway. Again, I passed by numerous amounts of doors, all closed. Until I got to the end, where a double door was splitting me from what was on the other side. The only problem, I did not know what was on the other side. From the moment I opened that door, I would face anybody and anything inside the room. So naturally, I decided not to give a f*ck and walked in.

And naturally, I immediately regretted that decision. I mustn't have seen a "Entrance Forbidden" sign, because I immediately got send some curse words around my ears. In a split second, I took in the room. It was large and covered with the same orange-brown wallpaper. Although you couldn't nee much of the wall. Most of it was covered in cardboard boxes. In the middle of the room stood an oak table, with on top of it a mountain of little see-through bags filled with some sort of white powder. Around the table, two men were sitting in antique, wooden chairs. Those chairs wouldn't survive today without any scratches, as they hit the flour when the two men shot up.

"I think this is not a good place to be", I muttered to myself, before breaking into a run. I could hear the men shouting and cursing as they were pursuing me. And they would catch up quickly. They were nearly twice as tall after all. As I looked back, I could see them only a few meters away from me. I tried bursting into a faster run, but it was of no use. I felt a painful tug at my hair and fell backwards, hitting the ground head first. My vision, which mind you wasn't great anyways, now also started to spin. I closed my eyes to stop the feeling, but I continued to feel unwell.

From far in the distance, I could make out some voices.

"What do we do with her?" It sounded like he hadn't had anything to drink for years.

"We can't let her go." The other voice sounded smoother, almost too smooth. Like an avocat, or a politician.

"She's only a kid", rough-man answered.

"Yeah but she was sticking her nose in places she shouldn't have." The politician pulled her hair once again. She could feel his breath on her face now. "She's out." Oh how much I was hating him right now.

"Still, what do we do with her?"

"Throw her overboard", the politician answered as he finally let go of her hair.

"You can't mea…"

Rough-man was roughly cut off by his companion. "No one will know."

"Her parents will know." As if my parents would care. I think they would maybe even be glad to get rid of me. But obviously I wasn't going to say that out loud. The dizziness was fading also, but I didn't dare open up my eyes. I had faced simple robbers, pickpocketers before when out on the streets in Birmingham. But these guys were clearly from a different calibre. They were no simple robbers, they were ruthless criminals. Or at least one of them was.

"Hey, what's going on here." A third voice entered the scene. It was another boy, but his voice sounded lighter, younger.

"Don't move a muscle boy", the politician growled.

"Whoah, easy with the gun mate. I was just exploring the ship a little. It's big isn't it. So many floors and hallways which never seem to end. And have you seen the casino, it's huge. You should really go there sometime…

As the boy was talking, I felt some sort of aura around us. It somehow felt like the air around me had become powerful. She could smell it.

"Will you please, SHU.." As mister politician was starting to scream at the boy, a lot of things happened at once. A loud boom sounded, the ship abruptly veered sideways and I was thrown into a wall. I immediately scrambled up. The dizziness was mostly gone and I could take a good look at the scene.

The two men were laying on top of each other, on the ground. A young boy, about 12 or 13, was standing next to them. He had ink-black hair and eyes like thunderclouds. "Come on, we've got to move. Others will be here any moment to check up on the noise."

The boy fell into a run and I hurried to keep up with him. We ran as fast as we could through the hallway, skipping the ladder into the big staircase. There was security standing on the stairs below now. After a few minutes we arrived at the balcony in the machine room.

"After you milady", the boy said while bowing down and waving his arm. I didn't want to argue with him so I put my foot on the steel staircase.

"If you could hurry up, that would be lovely, they are in fact catching back up again." I hadn't realised, I had stopped to listen to the sound of the pursuing men. So I quickly started climbing down the ladder. The boy climbed in after me and we started making our way to the bottom. As my feet touched the ground, I could hear the men shouting at the top.

"Great, they're still onto us." It was meant more as a statement to myself. You get that when you're spending almost all of your time alone. But the boy answered none the less.

"Well yeah, so we've got to hurry up." But neither of us really knew where we were. Until now, it had been simply a matter of following the only path we had, now we had to choose. All around, giant machines towered above us.

The boy grabbed my arm and pointed to my left. "There's a door over there." He didn't wait. I was left again to hurry after him. He was a fair bit taller, and my little legs had real trouble keeping up. I could hear out pursuers shouting behind us, and that gave me the littlest amount of extra strength to try and keep up. We reached the door safely. It was metallic, but very simplistic in design. And it flew open with a loud bang. If they hadn't heard it until now, they would definitely know there were some weird things going on.

The door revealed yet another moody, orangy-brown hallway. Without thinking we hurtled ourselves forwards to try and keep as much space between us and our attackers. My legs were seriously hurting by this point and my breath was going through the roof. Maybe I should try sporting a little more often. Nevertheless I was here now and had to make the best of it. I looked back once more and saw the two men approaching quickly, now joined by some of the mechanics. They must have heard the commotion and decided to help.

As I looked back, I didn't realise we had made it through another set of doors. Immediately I felt the ocean breeze running through my hair. And the powerful smell of the open ocean running through my nostrils. Finally, fresh air. I hadn't realised how closed off and damp it had been down there, but we didn't have much time to relax and take in the beautiful sight. We had to keep running. Loads of people were strolling around on the deck. The boy took my arm and started squeezing his way through the ranks of tourists. I could barely make out anything as I allowed myself to be carried away by the boy. Behind us the screaming had stopped. They probably didn't want to alert the tourists. Many hits and bruises later, we got some breathing room behind some wooden crates.

I looked once more at the boy who had saved me. He looked fairly simple. His ink-black hair was well-kept but very messy. It probably looked like a middle part in its best form, now it looked nothing like it. His upper body was covered by a simple hoody which said in big bold letters: "The Lord of the Drinks". The backdrop was a Gandalf lookalike with a pint. An interesting choice. His pants were simple black jeans. He looked almost familiar, but I can't point out why. So the only thing I asked was:

"Who are you?"