You've been running for a long time.

You were just a kid when the monsters started coming after you. Because, of course, it's not safe for demigods out in the mortal world.

So, when that first beastie came in your bedroom that fateful night, you ran. And you kept going.

It's been tough, running from city to city, relying on your wits and speed to keep you alive, from both the dangers of being a street kid and from the dangers of being a young demigod.*

And here you are now in Indianapolis, running from some very polite, yet murderous people with their faces in the wrong places - these are blemmyae of course, not that you would know that.

You end up near the Waystation, paying the unassuming-at-first-glance building no mind as you skid to a stop in the courtyard, back to the wall as you turn to face the encroaching blemmyae, breathing hard.

And just as it seems like you might have finally met your match, hidden mechanized crossbow turrets - Emmie's invention, though you wouldn't know that - rise up from the stones, shooting the blemmyae into piles of monster dust.

The front door to the Waystation opens, and a pimply, goofy-looking teen boy - Lester, of course, our favorite former sun god - pokes his head out, looking at you, before yelling back into the Waystation. "Emmie, Jo, we've got another one!"

Lester turns back to you, stepping aside to make more room in the entryway, the tantalizing smell of fresh bread and the sound of energetic good-natured bickering wafting out. "Get in here before more of those nasty little buggers show up."