My Life as a Background Demigod

Filling in Blanks

We sat down at a small coffee shop down the street from school. We walked in and no one seemed to notice the two kids covered in monster dust. We sat down and I placed the dagger on the table, returning it to Clover. 

"Naw," he said, "You might need it some more." 

He handed me the sheath and I put the dagger in my backpack. 

"So," I grinned, "What's all this stuff about the gods and my mother, huh?"

"Well," he nervously replied, looking around as if he expected to get sniped from above, "How much do you know about mythology."

I smiled, mythology was one of my most favorite topics. I loved reading about the gods, monsters and heroes. 

"Well I practically taught my Latin class once, so you decide." 

"Great." he smiled, clearly relieved, "That makes my job so much easier. So yeah all of that is real. The gods live on Mt Olympus above The empire state building. So I kinda need to get you back to the training camp for demigods - kids like you."

Half an hour ago I would've assumed he was crazy, laughed and walked out. Now though, now I believed every word this kid said. And I knew he knew I believed him. 

"Wow," I exhaled, "So my mum-"

"Is a Greek Goddess." He finished for me. I could tell this wasn't the first time he completely tore up someone's world the way he did mine. 

I remembered how my dad never talked about my mom. I mean he was married, I had a "mother" who didn't like me that much. She always told people that I was her's however I've never seen a picture of her pregnant with me and I definitely looked nothing like her, or my dad for that matter. I assumed I was adopted my dad, convinced me I really was his. 

I had one early memory. I don't know how old I was, but I remember a woman's face, smiling down at me from clouds, while I was gently lowered onto our front porch. The doorbell rang on its own and my dad opened the door, looking absolutely shocked. 

I suddenly felt angry. 

"Well if she was a goddess, why didn't she want me" I spat at him and I could tell he had dealt with something like this before. 

"It's not her fault," he said, "the gods never have much interaction with their children. Well until Percy Jackson."

"Who?" I asked. 

"You'll find out soon enough," he answered, "Trust me."

I tried to process what he was telling me.

"So there's a camp?" I asked, "For kids 'like me'"

"Think of it as a training camp, or a home." he said, "Most demigods spend time there training."

"Okay..." 

"Speaking of which we should get out of here, just in case you know." 

He stood up and I followed him. 

"So New York," I said, "How are we getting there, we're in Oregon."

"Oh," he smiled, "Just you wait and see."