Riley Jackson

Chapter 1

So, my name is Riley. I don't know what my last name is. See, I'm adopted. But it's not a shocker. I have always hated my parents. I felt like I'm not supposed to be in here, in LA, I felt like I don't belong here. And it wasn't just because my "friends" in school told me that. I knew I'm a freak. And my parents just approved it. When I was 12, they decided that I deserve to know what I am.

Five Years Ago

I had enough from this school. Those girls just enjoy bugging me. Yeah, like I don't know I'm a freak. I just wanted to go home, and wet my pillow with tears. I started climbing upstairs, but, of course, my parents had other plans for me.

"Riley," My mom said.

"What?" I really didn't want to talk to them right now.

"We need to talk." My dad said.

"About what?"

"About your family. Your real family."

"What, I'm adopted pr something? It's OK, I already know, I had a feeling. Anything else?"

"Riley, you are not an ordinary girl. You are a demigod. From the stories you love so much, remember? The Greek Mythology. The truth is I really don't know what you love so much about them," My mom said.

Yeah, it's easy for you to say. Nobody just told you that you are a demigod. "I love them because they are true! I always told you that. I told you. And this is my prove. I knew something's wrong with me. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you kept this from me?"

"Well, now you know! So, you are a demigod, your parents gave you to us, because they didn't want you! And so do us! Your father told us to tell you that you should use your brooch, 'cause it might help. So now you can do whatever you want with your life." My father is a cold person.

"Fine!" I ran to my room. I didn't cry. They didn't worth it. I knew I had to be strong, because now there is no one that can be strong for me. I'm alone.

I took out my blue backpack. I packed all of my clothes, my bathing suit, and bottle of water, my savings that were, by the way, 1000 dollars, and some food. I went downstairs.

"I hope you will rot in hell," I threw at them.

"Right back at you." As I said, my father is a cold person.

Back To The Present

Lame, huh? Story of my life.

So I trained myself, 'cause as daughter of I don't know who, monsters are looking for me. The brooch that the cold people I told about talked about was actually a bow and a quiver. I found it out when it fell from my head, and it just turned to it. Weird. Well, it doesn't matter how I survived. I just did. And I became good. I had skills. I learned about our world by myself. But there is a thing that remains. I still don't know who my godly parent is. And that's OK with me, because he/she still helps me. When I pray, usually I get some help. But the point when everything started to get complicated is when I got to Mannahattan.

"Ahh! Get off of me!" I yelled when a short man with a Yankees cap jumped on me.

"You smell like a demigod," He said with suspicion. "But you smell like monsters, too."

I pushed him from me. "And who's asking, if I might ask?"

"Glison Hudge, a protector, Satyr. What are you?"

"Wow, a Satyr? It means you're from the good guys, right? 'Cause I just fought a Cyclops, and I'm really tired." Thank the gods it's not a monster.

"What's your name?"

"Riley, no last name."

"Well, Riley No Last Name, where's your family?"

"I don't have one."

"Ah, you ran away from home. Typical. How long?"

"Ahh… What's the year?" I kind of lost sense of time.

"2010." Wow, it's been many years.

"Than five years."

"Not good. You should come with me."

"To what place?"

"Well, camp half blood, of course."

"Oh, the demigods camp? Yeah, I've heard about it. No, thanks. Don't need help."

"Of course you do, you have to."

"Look, Mr. I've been through a lot of things, and I survived. And I don't know who in Hades you think you are, but I'm not coming any where you…" And then everything went black.