My name is Nef Williams. I'm the genderfluid child of Hermes and I'm 15 years old. And like everyone else writing this, I'm a demigod. I would in no way say that being a demigod is fun. It's dangerous, and we have these quest things we have to go on. They scare me. I hope I'll never go on one. I have ADHD and Dyslexia like most demigods.
I grew up near New York with my mom. She's an artist and I always wanted to be an artist like her. I love drawing just like my mom.
One day my mom had decided to bring me to the park with her. I was nine at the time. I remember the day so clearly; one of my classmates was at the park too. He was nice to me but didn't talk much. I waved at him, smiled, and carried on, not thinking too much of it.
After mom and I finished our lunch I remember a monster attacked. I didn't know what was happening but the boy from my class had run over and pulled me away from the commotion. My mom let him take me. She hugged me and then told me to follow him and never look back. I did as I was told and that was when the boy told me all about Camp Half-Blood, the gods, the mist, all of it! He also revealed himself to be a satyr.
When we arrived at Camp I was put in Hermes cabin with the other unclaimed. It took about three weeks before I was claimed. In that time I met tons of kids who were all in the Hermes cabin, but were claimed and moved. I was scared to move but thankfully I didn't need to since Hermes is my dad.
I've made friends here and there at camp but never any long term friends. Even the satyr kid who brought me here, I never see him anymore. It might seem sad but I like keeping to myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm a complete extrovert! But I like it being just me and my pencil sometimes. This year I think I'll make lots of friends though, I can't wait!
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Not Your Ordinary Demigods
FanfictionVery non canon Percy Jackson stuff. Like REALLY non canon. (Unless Rick Riordan sees this and likes it). A joint effort between me the Melon Lord, Waffle, Hybrid, and kiwi