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It was supposed to be a normal night. It has now been almost a year of living in New York. The duo had just celebrated Meissa's birthday, or at least the day she was found at the orphanage. They were having a walk along the tree-lined paths of Central Park on their way home, her dad telling her one of his many stories about the gods and goddesses. Yet, under the flickering light of a lone streetlamp, everything changed. A massive, towering creature with one eye, a cyclops, her dad had called it, his voice thin with fear. The cyclops had lunged from the shadows, its footsteps shaking the ground. She and her father barely had time to scream, let alone run.
Then, out of nowhere, a figure leaped in front of them, hooves scraping the pavement as it brandished a staff. "A satyr." Ian had whispered in awe. The satyr fought back the cyclops with surprising agility. Before she knew it, the battle was over, and the strange creature lay in a heap, dissolving into dust. Meissa stood frozen, clutching her father's arm, her heart thundering in her chest as the goatman turned to them with an urgent, wild look in his eyes.
"Are you two trying to get yourselves killed? You're in more danger than you realize!" he'd said, his voice a mixture of relief and frustration. "Eh I don't know if you noticed but that thing attacked us first!" Meissa countered. No way was she going to be attacked by a monster and then scolded by a goat. "That thing? That thing would've killed you if I hadn't heard it." Said the satyr. But before Meissa could say anything her father interrupted, "I am so sorry sir but me and my daughter were just taking a walk when the cyclops came out of nowhere." Ian had explained calmly. The satyr raised an eyebrow, "You knew what that was?" He asked cautiously. "Of course he knew what that was goat man," said goatman looked rather offended, "my dad knows a lot about mythology and magic." Meissa stated as a matter of fact. Ian ignored that statement and answered the satyr, "I've studied mythology most of my life sir. But can I ask why he attacked us to begin with." The satyr asked them if they had a place where they could talk safely instead of the open street.
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That night, in Ian's cramped New York apartment, the satyr who was named Daron explained everything. About the gods, the monsters, and the hidden world she had unknowingly been part of all along. She wasn't an ordinary girl, he'd told her. She was special. A demigod. He had told them of a place for her kind, Camp Half Blood. She would be trained there, basic skills like sword fighting and hand to hand combat. But also things like Greek, Latin (if she chose for it) and battle strategies and oh so much more.
"However your dad can't come with us, mortals aren't allowed on the camp grounds. It will be safer for him to stay here." Meissa looked at her dad, tears starting to form in her eyes. Daron left the room to give them some space. It was silent except for Meissa's sniffles. "Dad, I don't want to leave you..." She said softly not wanting to look at him. "Sweetie, I always knew you were special, I never told you but this is not the first monster to attack us." Meissa's head snapped up to look at her father with wide eyes. "Why do you think we left Aberdeen so abruptly. I thought going far away would keep us safe. But then in the past months more monsters appeared. You should go with Daron tomorrow morning." She was speechless. Trying to think when these monsters attacked. Her thoughts drifted to something else much faster.
