THIS IS MY PJO BOOK IM WRITING read please This is America. the home of cheeseburgers and overweight old people. This place kind of sucks. It's even worse if you're a demi-God. A demi-what? Let me explain something to you. The Greek myths are real. Don't act surprised, as they've always been around. For example, when Greece fell, the Romans adopted the Greek gods and “perfected” them. When Rome fell, they moved to Britain. You see, the gods are always in the country that is the most powerful. Now, they're here in America. So, a demi-god is the child of one of the gods that fell in love with a mortal. And I'm a demi-god. Now you're probably like; “I want to be a demi-god; it sounds so fun!” Nope, not fun at all. Most of us die painful deaths or get eaten by monsters. Now you're guessing why you haven't seen any monsters. There is a magical barrier that helps mortals believe what they want to see. For example, if I was fighting a giant, you would probably see me arguing with some tall fat guy. A few mortals can see through this mist. So now, you're probably wondering why I'm telling you this. It's mainly because I was told to by my mom, and now that I think about it, it sounds cool. So, let's begin. My arm falls off My name is Banyan. I'm 15 years old, and my mom is a Greek goddess and my dad... well, I don't know what or who he was, as he died when I was a few months old. I was then put into foster care for the next 12 years of my life. I don't know what happened, but when I turned 13, I was done with it. I ended up running away from my foster family. (by now, it had been my third). I traveled across America, picking up odd jobs and whatever work I could find. That ended when my arm fell off. Now arms don't fall off. They can get ripped off, however. I was 14 and was working on a farm. I had met the dude a couple months ago and was getting enough money so by the end of the year I could afford bus tickets to get to New York. But... (dun dun duuun) There was an incident involving a very angry cow and a combine harvester. I'm not going to specify, or you guys would throw up, and this book would get canceled. In the end, my left arm was ripped off at the elbow, and I was sent to the hospital. I was unconscious for three days. during that time, apparently, I was magically transported to camp half blood. It’s one of the only safe spots for demigods like me. My friend is a motorcycle When I woke up, there was a cardboard box the size of my arm on my bed. (I still compare things to my arm sometimes) As I looked around the room, there was an IV stuck in my right arm, and I was wearing jeans and a white shirt. I pulled the needle out of my arm. I tried to stand up but lost my balance and had to grab the bed to not fall. As I looked around, I quickly noticed a boy standing in the doorway. He was about 13, 5’6, wearing an orange T-shirt and jeans, with a knife on his belt. I glanced away and looked in the box. In the box there was a watch, three rings, a necklace, and a small wooden box. but there was something else in the bottom of the box. I looked, and it was an arm. “Umm, who's arm is in here?” I asked. The boy in the doorway spoke “your new one. try it on. I made it so I hope it works.” I pulled it out of the box. I realized it was metal with several designs disguised as tattoos. one was a torch, the other a knife. I looked at him and he nodded. I quickly put it on, and it tightened itself to my “stump”. I moved my fingers, and they moved as I wanted them to. I looked at the boy in the doorway. “Thank you” I said. “No problem” he replied. he continued. “My name is Harley. Yours is?” “banyan” intro to camp As I looked closely at my hospital room, I realized it was more a rustic cabin, with reed torches and carpets. I looked down at my prosthetic arm. By the time I was walking, it was around noon. “Where... where am I” I asked. “Camp half-blood”, he answered “It's a camp for children of the twelve Olympian gods. you, my friend, are the son of some Greek god.” “Whoa whoa whoa, the Olympian gods, like the Greek myths?” “Exactly”, he replied “let's just say they aren't myths” he stopped, waiting for more questions. “Well, you said one of my parents is a Greek god. I don't know my mom or my dad.” Harley spoke again “we all come to know who our parent is in time. I should show you around.” We walked around, and he showed me the lunch pavilion, the climbing wall with real lava, the cabins, and the strawberry fields. He told me about all the things that were here, such as the archery range, Pegasi stables, and the lake. I was wondering where we were going when Harley stopped.
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