Hey guys this is my first Fanfiction so I hope you like it!

Hey, my names Seth. Pretty lame name right? I'm just an average kid. 12 years old, hazel eyes, brown, nearly black hair, a good tan. I thought I was normal,

"Hey babe, we need to talk. Sit down." My mom walked into the room. I actually didn't know where to sit down because our house always looked like a bomb hit it. I found a stool and sat down.

"Now, you're getting older right?" My mom burped.

"I'm twelve."

"Right, yes, well that is old enough, they need you now."

"Who?" I asked.

"I was getting to that. Your father has asked me to tell..." I interrupted.

"My father? What did he want?" I asked eagerly. My mom sighed.

"He asked me to tell you something, something important."

"Well, what is it?" I hated it when she took forever to tell me things.

"This may come as a shock to you. You may not believe me. I know I didn't at first, so its okay." Was my mom actually being sympathetic?

"You have learned about the Greek gods and goddesses and such in school right?" I nodded. We finished that chapter last week.

"Hun, they're real."

I thought I would be shocked about what she was about to say. Now, I think she is just trying to pull a really lame prank on me. Though she's never pulled one on me before... Wait Am I actually thinking about this? No way is my mom telling the truth. It's impossible.

I let out a laugh.

"Oh, yeah right, and I'm supposed to believe that the Easter bunny is real too huh?" My mom sighed.

"We thought you'd take it like this. Shut your eyes and don't even think about peeking." I did what she said. Through my eye lids I saw a bright light. Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

"You can open your eyes now son." I did and saw my extremely handsome father standing over me.

"Dad?" I said, sounding stupid like I was five. He picked me up like I was a sheet of paper and hugged me. Like a bone-crushing kind of hug.

"Uh dad? I can't really breathe." I apologized and set me down.

"Hey son. We have a lot to talk about."

He started to tell me about myself. My father. My father, was a Greek god. To be specific, Apollo. Sweet, right? My dad controlled the sun and oracles, and could see the future and stuff. He told me about my grandparents. They had been half-bloods to. Which is kind of freaky. My mom married my grandparents, parents, brother, and nephew. I always thought that my grandparents just used to work out a lot when they were younger, and that my grandpa was just really tough. Because when ever he got hit or something , he didn't even flinch. Turns out he bathed in the River Styx. He had saved the world five times and majorly when he and grandma were sixteen. Also Uncle Grover was a Satyr. Whatever that was.

He wasn't actually my uncle, but he was close enough to the family to be like one. There was a whole lot more. It's alot to lay on a twelve year old in two hours.

My dad clapped me on the back.

"I know you'll be an awesome Half-blood son. Maybe you'll even get to go on a quest this year. Well I must be off. I feel like lying down and writing a poem about you." Before I could ask what a quest was, my mom had put her hand over my eyes. When she took them off my dad was gone.

What a day.