Yesh, this is based off the book seires made by Rick Riordan. Well, actually, it was based off a roleplay that was based off that. Enjoy.

Prologue

Yes, I know. You’ve just met me. You found this and said, “Heck, I’ll read it.”. However, after reading this, you may learn that we may be related more than you think now. First, I’ll start off with an introduction. My name is Ryan Andrews. Pretty normal, eh? Well, good. Because I just learned it’s not my real name. I won’t get too much into details. Anyway, do you have ADHD? Hard to read English because of Dyslexia? Have hobbies that some gods have, or your just good at those? (Yes, when I said “Gods” I meant “Greek Gods”) Having rabid evil Greek monsters trying to hunt you down and kill you? If you have any or all of these, we might just be cousins. So, why do I say that? Well, better read the story first, because this is just the prologue. Believe this story or not, either way it’s real. Don’t be surprised if you get attacked by a Minotaur or a Fury just by reading this book. Remember, thinking sometimes pays, no matter who you are.

Chapter 1

The rain tattered on the windows. Just another rainy day in Boston, I thought to myself. I was in my room, reading a book (I won’t get THAT far into specifics.). This storm had been greater than the usual, though. As you know, my name is Ryan Andrews, and I’m 12. My sister, who is 16, named Kathy Andrews, was in the kitchen. She said she was microwaving the dinner mom left us, but I wasn’t that stupid to know she was probably texting her friends. I heard some thunder, and jumped. Just some lighting, Ryan. I thought, trying to calm my nerves. But there was something else about this, something that made this lightning storm bigger.
  
Crash!
 
The next thing I heard was my sister screaming. We lived in a pretty small house, and basically every noise vibrated off the walls. Which made it pretty simple to hear my parents conversations from 3 rooms away. I ran into the kitchen to figure out what the noise was, and I found my sister face to face with some bull looking thing.
Only it wasn’t a bull. It walked like a human, and was about 7 feet tall. It had horns like a bull, it’s eyes fiery red. It sniffed the air and then looked at me. Kathy looked like she was about to pass out, and my legs were shaking (Half from seeing that bull man and half from peeing my pants for the very first time since I was 7). It started running toward me, and I ran for my life. Rain hit the windows, and thunder could be heard distantly. I ran into my room, barely making it before the bull caught me.
 
After that seemed like a blur.
 
All of a sudden I was angry at it, and jumped on it. It seemed like I was playing God of War 3, only in real-time. It kept trying to shake me off, but I held a firm grip. I got to the top of my head, still having know clue what I was doing, and started punching it. It nearly shook me off, but I amazingly hanged on. Then I remembered. A Minotaur can only be killed by its horns. I don’t know if that was true or not, and I didn’t know if it was a Minotaur, but it was the only weapon I had at the moment. I yanked at the horn, trying to take it out. The Minotaur roared in pain, and started stumbling. I decided Kathy was calling, or already called, 9-1-1 by now. I once again nearly fell off, but I tried to hold as much of a grip as I could. Finally, I heard a cracking noise, and the next thing I saw was the horn in my hand. The Minotaur roared louder than he did before. Quickly, I stabbed it in between the eyes, and he fell down on my bed, and broke the frame, dead. My first thought was, What the hell was that?, and my sister came coming in the room. I jumped off the bull, thinking she would hug me. But instead, the first thing she said was “I’m telling mom!”
 

Chapter 2

You probably figured my mom would freak out when Kathy called her and she came home. And if you did, you were right. Kathy and my mom, Mary, kept screaming at it. I gapped, noticing there was a 300 pound dead bull on my bed frame, and I certainly did not want a souvenir. The police never came since they thought we were joking (Which any normal person would think). After a while, my mom came into my room. “We need to have a talk.
I thought I was in trouble, which would’ve made no sense. It certainly wasn’t my fault a giant bull man Minotaur thing attacked me and ruined a perfectly good wall. “Honey,” she started saying, her hand in my lap, “Do you know who your father really is?”. I don’t remember anything about my father, since he supposedly left before I was born. I don’t even have a step dad, but I do have a bratty step sister. “Um, no, you never told me.” I tried to say the least un positive way to say that.“I still remember your father like it was yesterday.” she said, the hand in my lap now on my forehead. “You had the same everything as him. The same brown eyes, the same brown hair, the same voice, and the same smile.”
I tried to remember what my father looks like (Or what he would look like) but nothing came up. There was a short silence, with the only sound being thunder and rain. Finally, she said “He wanted to send you to a camp. A summer camp. It is perfect.” I was thinking to myself Summer camp? My dad hasn’t even met me, and he wants me to go to a summer camp?. “ Summer’s only two days away.” I say, seeming surprised. Another thought came to my mind, Why now and not before? I wanted to ask all of these questions, but my mom said “It’s a decent 1 day drive. I can’t answer any questions right now, we should be packing. I’ve packed some clothes for you, too.”
As confused as I was, I decided not to ask any questions. I went into my room (The conversation was in the living room), and found a travel case on my bed. Everything looked normal.But it wasn’t suppose to be normal.

The Minotaur thing disappeared. All that was left was ashes and dried blood. I had to say, today was getting weirder by the second, and I was hoping it would be cleared up.

Chapter 3

Since it was a one day trip to the “camp”, I had lots of time to ask my mom the questions I wanted to know. “Why did my dad want me to join this certain camp when he’s never met me?”
“Don’t worry, honey. Once you get to the camp, you’ll figure it out.”
Right after that, I knew my mom wouldn’t give me any straight answers. Her blond hair waved, with her gray eyes. I had no clue why she looked so young. I kept thinking, my mind racing through questions that haven’t yet been answered.

Then, I saw something.

At first, it looked like a normal bat. But it wasn’t in a cave or anything, it was on the road, coming toward us. It got larger, and began to look reddish. My mom noticed it, and said “Duck!”

I ducked my head, and she ran straight into the forest. The car was going 90 miles an hour, and I swear we hit 5 rabbits. In the distance, I heard screeching, but couldn’t see anything making it. In my head, I was thinking “What the heck are you doing?” My mom, like she read my mind, put an expression on her face that seemed like saying “I know what I’m doing.” I looked around, as we hit bumps in the forest.

Then, I saw it.

It was man size, only with a wrinkly face, and a red leathery body with wings, screeching and hitting the window. My mom mumbled something to herself, that sounded like “I wish I was driving a chariot…” then pulled out a golden gleaming dagger. She handed it to me and said “Use it. Roll down the window and use it.” At first, I hesitated, staring at the magnificent intricate and beautifulness of it. “Where did you-”

“Long story. Now use it!” my mom snapped, gray eyes beaming. The unknown creature continued to screech, clawing at the windows. A rolled down the window, and it clawed at me. It hurt, but I jumped on its one wing and climbed to the main body. It started screaming so loud I thought my ears would burst. My mom rolled the window back up, driving right near me and the creature. It tried to shake me off, nearly succeeding when I hit a couple of branches on a tree. But it still held on. When I was finally steadied, I stabbed the dagger into its head. It started screeching louder than ever before, and I had to plug my ears. It started going down, and before I knew it, we were about to hit into a tree.

Then everything went black.

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