↠ Trey Lucien - A backstory I never asked to be a demigod. On the surface it seemed cool, your parent is a god; you have powers and you get to go on quests. Really, it’s not that. The life of a demigod is dangerous. If you’re one of us monsters would chase you. If the monsters get to you, you’re dead. Our godly parents don’t care enough to help us when we run into monsters. Either you survive or you die. That’s why it’s so scary. My name is Trey Lucien. And of course – I’m a demigod. I never said I wanted to be a demigod, I didn’t want to fight monsters, I didn’t want to try not to get killed every day. Although mortals may not be able to see through the mist or know the mythology behind their world, they at least get to lead a comfortable life. As for the day I found out I was a demigod? That’s a complicated story. Everything seemed so normal, I was on the school bus. We were going on a short school camping trip. The school I was in is a special school for troubled kid – I suppose. You know ADHD, dyslexia, Autism, stuff like that. I had ADHD and mild dyslexia. Strangely, I could read Greek without a problem. Somehow, the language I spoke was harder to read than Greek. We spent the first day at camp, it was pretty normal so far. The second day on the other hand was...I'll tell you what. We went hiking in the woods and — I got lost. So, I waited in one place. The waiting came to a halt when I heard a loud shriek. ‘PUT HER DOWN!’ shrieked a voice. I quickly trotted to the voice. It was a tall and burly man, probably about 7 feet tall. Below his forehead was one huge eye. And 3 kids were fighting that thing. One looked about 14, he had fluffy brown hair and blue eyes, he was armed with a bronze tipped spear. Another was a girl about my age. She had blond hair, tied into a pony tail. She got tossed to the side. The last kid had messy red hair, his bottom was of a goat’s and he had tiny horns under his hair. ‘What the–’ I slipped out. The one-eyed guy turned his head to me, as did the brown-haired guy. Before the monster could get me, the brown-haired guy jumped on me and barged me to the ground. ‘ARE YOU NUTS?’ he hissed. ‘Wha – what’s happening? What is t–that thing-?’ I whispered. ‘It’s a Cyclops–’ He was cut off by more yelling. ‘If you can see it, it means you’re either a demigod or you can see through the mist.’ ‘A demigod? And the wha–’ ‘No time, any chance you know sword fighting?’ ‘I–’ before I could reply, he nudged a bronze sword in my hand. He then proceeded to leap out of the bush. I quickly moved out of the bush, the cyclops crashed on the ground, tearing through the bush. The cyclops licked his lips when he caught sight of me again. ‘Mmmmmm, you smell more delicious.’ ‘Uhm–’ The cyclops charged at me. ‘UHHHHHH,’ I lifted the bronze sword struck the cyclops’ leg. The bronze melted into his flesh and he start screaming. ‘Thanks!’ the brown-haired guy pierced his spear into the cyclops’ chest. Let’s say what happened next was ugly. ‘Who are you guys-? What’s happening? Why is he attacking you–?’ I asked. ‘Oh uh – I’m Isaac, she’s Alinta, and he’s Glader, he’s a satyr by the way,’ the brown-haired guy explained. ‘Sorry you had to see that but, I assume you’re also a demigod?’ ‘A demigod?’ I repeated. ‘Y’know, one of your parents is a God,’ Isaac imparted. ‘Do you have ADHD or dyslexia?’ ‘…yes?’ I answered. ‘Then, you might be one of us.’ Isaac stated. ‘How? Are you sure?’ I questioned. ‘It must be a mistake-’ ‘The cyclops wouldn’t have attacked you if you were a mortal,’ added Isaac. ‘At least I don’t think so.’ ‘Do you guys fight monsters everyday–?’ I mumbled. ‘Pretty much. But it’s better if you come with us now,’ Isaac suggested. ‘Once you know you’re a demigod, your scent is stronger and you’d have to fight monsters every day.’ ‘What about my mom? And my school? And-’ ‘You’ll be able to contact her after we get to…’ Isaac lowered his voice, ‘Camp Half-Blood.’ ‘Camp Half-blood?’ I muttered. ‘Shh! That place is where demigods can be safe. Once you get there, we can get someone to inform your mother. We better get moving before more monsters scent us.’ And from that day, my life changed.
