Lumination In Darkness.

PG-13 for VIOLENCE and LANGUAGE. This technically means I, the author, cannot read my own work XD. Any ways, this is about Calypso Jackson an abused child who ran away.

Prologue.
Terror filled my young, small body. My daddy was approaching me with a broken beer bottle. I made a small whining noise that I hoped would slow him. No slow in his slurred gait was visible.

"Stop, daddy!" I screamed at him. He grunted loudly and swung his beer bottle at me. A sharp gash appeared on my cheek. I shrieked as the bottle slipped out of his hands and shattered on the floor a foot away from me.

One single shard of clear glass stuck into the calf of my leg. Tears slipped from my cheeks. I looked down and the sight of my own blood made me dizzy. It dripped off my leg and onto the floor.

Now I wish I could tell you I told him off. But I'd be lying. I got really bloodied after ten minutes around my drunk father. I'd finally managed to outrun him and hide in my closet. I snuggled up to blankets and towels (where I usually slept) on the lowest floor of my closet. I had my emergency flash-light on.

He couldn't find me. I heard him screaming and stomping around the house. He yelled my full name in my room. He finally clued in and tore open my closet door. I quickly shut off my flash-light.

He screamed and swore but didn't seem to notice me behind my barricade of blankets.

Later that night, really late at night (like one o'clock AM) I took my teddy and a blanket and ran. I know that I never looked back and I ran very far away.

Chapter One.
Years had passed since runaway day. I had ventured quite a ways away from my old home. I can't even call it that any more. I knew I was in Manhattan now. I was heading for Montauk, a beach I'd heard of to get some peace.

It took me a week to get there. When I did, I had no idea I had. I kept going. For another mile or two. I came to a hill. It had a dragon atop it, guarding a pine tree.

I stayed put, not wanting to wake the beast. I figured he'd been trained to kill. But the weird part was that the fields behind him were filled with strawberry bushes.

For a while, I cooked up a plan. Then I just decided to give the thing a wide berth. When I climbed the hill, I saw it. Greek buildings and a big U of cabins surrounding a fire pit or something. There was a river or stream and a lake. I tumbled down the hill to see a bunch of kids around my age.

There was a blonde, tanned girl who ran up to me. She wore an orange shirt that said 'Camp Half-blood'. She gazed at me with piercing stormy grey eyes.

"Who are you?" The girl scrutinized.

"Calypso. Who are you, slut?" I sneered.

"Annabeth. What are you doing here?"

"I just stumbled here."

"Stay right here."

She ran off quickly. A couple minutes later, she came back with a boy with hairy goat legs. He nodded at her and walked off.

"Well, you seem to be one of us." Annabeth growled.

"What? You're not human?" I asked.

"Come with me."

I followed the girl to a four story Greek building. There, I learned that I was a Half-Blood. A Demigoddess in other words. I was half Greek god or goddess and half mortal. Now I only had one question.

Was old Sam Jackson actually my father?