Keeper Of Their Hearts (EG/PJO) - Book One

I. I Run Into The Ghost Of A Random Woman While Looking For My Guide

Look, I didn't fucking ask at all to be a half-blood. I know, this sounds so fucking cliche, but seriously, hear me out here.

I really fucking did not ask to be one.

Really, I did not at all.

But, unfortunately for me, fate had other ideas.

Neither did I ask to loose the dude with goat legs named Dawson in the woods of Long Island on our way to this safe zone for people like me.

Camp Half Blood, they called it. A safe space for children of the Greek Gods. Yeah, I know.. it's a lot to take in right off the bat.

Nevertheless, here I am, wandering aimlessly through the woods of what is effectively Eastern New York, also known as Long Island, trying to figure out where the hell I even am right now.

If you're wondering how the hell I am even in this situation, or why an eleven year old is even this pissed off at his current situation because of the hand life has currently dealt him, let me explain.

Because there's a perfectly logical explanation as to why all of this has happened to me, right?

Well.. to quote a wise man.. well yes, but actually no.

Confused? Well, let me explain indeed. Because believe me when I say, I am having a very hard time believing any of this makes sense at all as the sun slowly begins to set today.

I'll take it from the top in 3, 2, and.. one. Here we go.

This shit all started a week ago, back home in my hometown of Louisville, Kentucky.

I was walking along the trails of Iroquois Park with my father and my step-mother - quick note here, up until this whole mess started, I thought she was my biological mother but no.. she was actually my step-mother - happy as one could be.

Everything was fine.

And then suddenly it wasn't.

In the blink of an eye - it happened so fast - my parents were lying on the ground in front of me, dead. Faces eroded in an horrifying fashion by some sort of acid.

In front of me and my dead parents on that trail, was a monster.

A really scary monster.

This thing was insanely long - possibly about two hundred feet in length - and despite having legs and feet, this thing made it look visually like it had none and slithered about like a snake. Like, kudos for the visual effects from this guy. Yeah, that's the only fucking compliment I'm going to give to the bastard that killed my parents. It also had eyes that beamed like searchlights that seemingly paralyzed me out of sheer, unmitigated terror and fear. It also was as thick as a damn school bus, I'm not exaggerating here. This thing was big, huge, and dangerous all at the same time.

I couldn't move. I screamed in horror as this monster slowly approached me, but I couldn't move. I was going to be a goner to this thing.

But before this thing could kill me with its venom - which is what killed my parents as I later found out - a dude with goat legs - and yes, goat legs - saved my life at the last moment. Grabbed me from behind just before the thing spewed its venom at where I had previously stood and ran like hell until he found a safe spot just outside of town. I was a sobbing, emotional wreck from what I had witnessed.

My savior had goat legs, yes.. but was also dark skinned, had horns popping up out of his head, gold eyes, and a few scars on his face. He was also a very skilled emotional control specialist, to be honest here, as he helped to calm me down.

He then told me his name was Dawson, and then proceeded to drop the bombshell on me that turned my whole world upside down.

I was a Greek demigod.