Son Of Artemis: Blood Red Moon

I Meet Your Average Barnyard Animal

I've always been told my dad and numerous teachers that I'm special. Whether this is because of my ADHD and dyslexia or the fact that I've been through 5 schools in the past 5 years, I have no clue.

However, I had never expected this to be one of the options.

Oh! Yeah, I should probably tell you who I am.

My name's Damien Veridian, and I'm turning ten this year. I'm your average "troubled youth", at least that's what the teachers say. (behind their hands and my back, but it doesn't stop me from hearing)

I was going through a normal school day. Boring lessons that I daydreamed through and the boring voices of the teachers. The only subject that I really like, is Greek Mythology. Though, that's only because it seems a lot easier than the other subjects. No needing to remember equations, or having to write actual stories, or having to read.

Ok sure, maybe spelling the Greek gods and goddesses names isn't too fun, but it's bearable.

I was about to head home when I heard the bell ring, however... I stopped dead in my tracks as a chill ran down my back. There was something wrong... I don't know what, but it was something that made my blood curl.

I hated it.

Something was telling me to leave the place. But I still felt the need to check the area, just one quick check... To find something - someone? - it doesn't really matter. I felt the need to do it, so I did.

Just as I reached the end of the hallway and was about to turn back and bolt, I heard a scream. It came from... The left? I ran to the left - which to my luck, was connected to another hallway - and listened. Tried to hear something... "Agh!" There!

I ran quickly to the sound and there, in the quite small science room, standing on top of one of the desks was a boy.

A boy that went to this school. I knew about him, he always seemed to be staring at me in admiration. (it wasn't like he tried to be subtle about it). He wasn't incredibly large and he didn't look too athletic. He had a small, growing, wispy beard and his face was covered in a few dots here and there.

There was a large, tall being roaming around the room, gripping it's... Eye... In discomfort. This would've shocked me if I paid attention to it. Instead I was focusing on George? Oh, yeah. Grover's legs.

Though something about his appearance felt different to me.

Ah, yes.

Maybe it's that his legs were that of a goat.