Not Your Ordinary Demigods

Chapter 3: Evan

Hi person reading this. I'm Evan. I'm probably the closest thing in this story to your classic demigod. ADHD, extroverted, goofy, that kind of thing. It's not definitely not fun.

It was always just me and my mom, but I liked it that way. She would always take me on fun trips, even to Hawaii once. She taught me how to surf, how to play guitar, how to cook, all the important things in life.

I found out I was a demigod when I was ten. I realized that I could breathe underwater for longer than anyone else, and beat anyone in school in a swimming race. The summer after fifth grade, my mom noticed this. She told me she would take me somewhere that would be the best place for me. She drove me all the way from our home in North Carolina to Long Island to a camp called Camp Half-Blood. She told me she couldn't follow me through.

As soon as I got there, a dolphin appeared over my head. There was a girl next to me with an owl over her head, and I was somewhat surprised. With her blonde hair, incredibly light eyes, she was like the day to my night. She stood a foot below me and still does, but she holds herself with such confidence that I felt like I should be looking up at her. And I felt like I knew her from somewhere. Our eyes only met for a little bit before I was taken to the Poseidon Cabin and she was taken to the Athena one.

I quickly found out her name was Emma and we became best friends. She couldn't stop talking about dolphins so I called her Dolphingirl, and she called me Bubblebrain.

During that summer, when we played capture the flag, I found myself able to strategize...instinctively. Like Emma can. For some reason, I also found myself able to remember things much more easily. It must have been the relaxing environment, so I've never really thought it was important.

During that year, everything changed. When I lost my mom, I decided that I would rather live at camp all year than go into the foster system. That summer, when Emma came back, those incredibly light eyes seemed clouded with pain. She's barely even talked to me in 5 years. Even now I can tell she still has the scars of whatever happened.

It's the last day before most of the summer campers arrive. I'm very excited, as I feel much more comfortable around more people.