So I didn't ask to be a hero! Well, I probably shouldn't begin this story with a lie. Gods forgive me. Anyways, you probably know what a demigod is because of course, you heard the legends and tales of Hercules, Odysseus, and even Percy Jackson (I still don't believe that's his name). Listen, don't ask me about Percy. He might be my brother and he may be the big hero of legends but that's not what this story is about.
This story is about me, my half-sister, and my... well you don't need to know who he is yet. Don't worry, we can figure that out later.
My name is Chris Ryan, I am only sixteen years old and... well I am from a lost hidden island. The natives call it Chaméno, which is Greek for "lost island." The reason? Well, you can blame good old Dad for that.
My island was once a beautiful island in the Atlantic ocean, somewhere warm and tropical. My father, Poseidon (yup the one and only) met my mom on the beach, and of course, they did fall in love and I was born. Shortly after that Dad didn't stick around, but do they ever? Like any child of the big three I was like the world's most delicious pizza to monsters. When I got old enough to become a really warm pizza of heaven they attacked my island, my home... my people, my mother...
Unfortunately, like most mortals against a monster, they die. Many died, including my mother who tried to hide me. That is when Poseidon placed a blessing on the island (or a curse, depending on how you look at it). The Mist would be so heavy around the island no creature that didn't live there would be able to find it. That was also the last day I saw any family. He didn't speak to me or say anything but he left me a necklace and note that said: "Stay here and be safe my son." - Poseidon.
Anyways let's flash forward 5 years later where things get really interesting!
