Chapter Two: I Learn Most Of The Truth

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I couldn’t take it, “Nadir! You’re a goat?” I asked.

“Well, technically I’m a Satyr.” Nadir replied.

“You mean like in Greek myths” I asked.

“Yes,” Nadir said, “Everything in the Greek world came to America and affects your country.”

“Ms. Stephens was some Greek thing?” I asked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Yes! She was a monster!” Nadir shrieked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“I knew it,” I said after all she couldn’t be human.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“No Connor, I am being serious, I don’t know which one, but Ms. Stephens is a very powerful and very dangerous Greek monster.” Nadir replied.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">This was crazy. Nadir was trying to get back at me for stealing those $10 from him. But one question did remain.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“What does this have to do with me?” I asked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Your father is an Olympian God. I don’t know which one, but he is a very powerful god.” Nadir said.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">I convinced Nadir to go see my mom I wanted to ask her if this was true, and smack her in the head for lying to me. But Nadir said to go and pack all of my stuff up. I went into my room and on my bed was a long black blade and a white Post-It note. I picked up the note.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">Dear Son,

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">            I am sorry I could not be there for you, but being a god sucks. I hope that we will meet soon. Take this as a gift my son.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">I picked up the sword. It was a two and a half foot long black sword. Written on the sword in small bronze letters was the word FELONIOUS. I picked up my sword and walked into the living room. Nadir was missing and my mom was dead. I searched around the house for Nadir and found him tied up in my living room coat closet. He didn’t know what attacked. We needed a quick way to camp and I had a thought, a sort of voice in my head telling me to run into the dark closet with Nadir. I must have been crazy, but I did. We came out of the closet by a hill, we must be up north, because it was really cold.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt"> “Where are we?” I asked.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Tahoma', 'sans-serif'; font-size: 20pt">“Why honey, you are at Camp Half-Blood in New York!” My science teacher Ms. Stephens said.

Chapter Three: This Lady Needs A Makeover