You are a demigod. That's right. One of your parents is a Greek god. Wild, right?

But that's putting the horse before the cart. You're not supposed to know that yet.

All that you know, and that your exasperated mortal parent knows, is that you have a lot of problems in school. ADHD, dyslexic, the impulse control of a drunken raccoon. You get into a lot of fights, that sort of thing.

You've bounced back and forth between various schools and therapy camps and all that nonsense. Your poor mortal parent is at their wits' end.

Until they hear about this new camp. Camp Half-Blood. That's supposed to be perfect for 'kids like you'. The 'trouble' kids.

And so, that's how you find yourself in the car one warm summer day in Long Island, leaning your head on the window as you watch the ocean and the strawberry fields go by.

"This'll be good for you, kiddo. I promise." Your mortal parent says, looking over at you. "This place can..........help you." The word 'fix' goes unsaid in that pause.

Your mortal parent sighs. "I know you're sick of camps and whatnot, but this place is supposed to be really good, and it's this or another boarding school." They say, giving you a weak smile, trying to cheer you up and help you come around to the idea.

The car pulls up at the base of Half-Blood Hill, and your mortal parent helps you grab your bags from the back, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I'll see you when camp ends, sweetie."

Your mortal parent gives you a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before getting back in the car and driving off, leaving you to look up at the hill and its pine tree.

Where to now, kid?