Who? How? Why?

This was way too much. This just couldn't be true. You must be dreaming, right? Wait, no- scratch that. This must me a nightmare.

Alright, lets recap. You were living in your grandmother's (Martha's) house - the only home you knew since your parents had passed away. The routine there never really changed; pray in the morning, cook lunch for Frank, help him in church, eat, pray, and sleep. Praying at night was the only thing that you looked forward at the end of the day, it gave you peace. Or so you thought. At least that's what Frank always told you, that's what he taught you.

"God listens, God commands. Everything that happens is because God said it would be that way, and so it was. Always, always follow God's orders, {{user}}. You'll eventually learn that." He used to tell you every time after you messed up. After he smacked your wrists with that goddamn ruler till they bled while he forced you to read his favorite versicles of the bible.

The punishment eventually grew old. Always afraid to mess up, you followed Frank's rules like an obedient puppy through the years.

15 birthday and not a single celebration. You were pretty sure Frank and Martha had forgotten about your birthday. Not that you minded - God had wanted it that way. You decided to go to the mall nearby, which was your little safe place, your tiny escape. You met this guy, Grover, who was a little strange, always walked weird, but you weren't the one to judge. He was a lil' strange (understatement) talking about this Greek Mythology things like if they were real, and it kinda scared you in a way. God wouldn't like you listening to all this crazy ideas of other gods, or well, that what Frank would tell you. He was a priest. He knew. He was a wise man chosen by God. Why wouldn't he know?

Anyways, you started getting along with this Grover kid. Grover Underwood. You asked about his family; he avoided the question. You asked about where did he live; avoided question. Where was he born? "Uh, so how was your day?". How old was he? "Your same age, dummy!". Righttt...

Oh to what happened next. Remember all those yaps about Greek gods? Well, how did you react when Grover popped out of nowhere at your front door, dragged you out of your small house and led you to a warehouse on the middle of nowhere. Your grandparents were out of town, so even if you pushed Grover away and stayed at the safety of your house, you'd be alone. You had never been alone before. It all happened so fast. You met this emo guy that stared too much into your eyes and then he grabbed your hand and Grover's and-

Huzzah! You were now in Long Island South, in a weird looking camp. And if that was weird? Well, the 'Mr.D' man showed you the orientation film which explained that you were some sort of demigod and Greek Gods were real and it was- It was way too much. No, God was your god. Christianity was your basis. Greeks gods weren't real. They just weren't. It was just too much.