Adriano Firenze and the Titan War (Wiki Contest: August 2012)

A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze

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That prophecy did not have anything to do with me. At least, not directly. But it changed my life. A lot. I may not be a "half-blood of the eldest gods", but I'm here. I matter.

My name is Adriano Firenze.

And this is my story.

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"Firenze, don't you dare touch me," Grace warned.

She had just tripped over Joe Henson's foot and her elbow was oozing blood. Even though I was on the other side of the classroom, she felt the need to single me out.

Just because she knew me that well.

Or, really, everyone did. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a wannabe vampire or anything. It's just that I figured I could help. I understand how the human body works, and I know exactly what to do when it isn't working properly. Just like I knew what to do about Grace's elbow - clean it first, preferably with antibacterial soap, making sure no dirt remains. Then keep the skin covered and moist so it can heal faster. And finally make sure Grace's hands go nowhere near her elbow. Picking the scabs is the best way to stop them from getting better.

I have a natural urge to help out when stuff like this happens. Scraped your knee? I have Neosporin in my backpack. Sudden cough or sneeze? I'll loan you a tissue. Suddenly lost your ability to see clearly or keep yourself up? Here's a bottle of water.

Anyway, I leaned back in my seat to show that I was going to respect Grace's wish for me not to help her. She walked back to her seat, satisfied, and shot Joe a Medusa stare.

An hour later, class ended, and we all eagerly ran away. Last day of the school year and all - got to love it.

I walked back to the front of the school to wait for my mom to come by. While I stood there, Joe came up to me.

"Hey, Paranoia Frenzy," he shouted. It was his weird name for me that he got from a Wikipedia article on rabies. It sounded a little like 'Adriano Firenze', I guess, and it was obviously based on my medical habits, but it was pretty lame.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Your Asklepius face," he shouted. He suddenly started growing huge until he was a massive humanoid maybe twenty feet tall.

He grinned at me, but staggered to the side when a pair of goat hooves hit him.

"Canadian," Grace breathed. I was still getting over the fact that she apparently had hooves. She still had her pants on, but they had been pulled up for the sake of knocking Joe over.

Joe started to get up as Grace grabbed my arm. "Come on, we have to get out of here. I'll explain everything on the way."

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I know none of you would be here if you hadn't already read those other demigod stories, but for those of you who haven't, I'll give a quick summary.

Joe was a Laistrygonian giant, also known as a Canadian. He, like most Greek monsters - yeah, he's Greek and Canadian, keep up - took advantage of a magical substance called the Mist that distorts mortals' visions of magical stuff, so he could disguise himself as an ordinary student and smell for demigods like me. Monsters will eat anyone, but have a particular taste for demigods - one parent mortal, one parent Greek god or goddess. I'm one of them. That name Joe mentioned - Asklepius - is a minor god of medicine and healing, which explains my own talent for medicine - it's hereditary.

Grace was a satyr. One of a species of goat-from-the-waste-down nature-lovers from Greek mythology who were friendly with heroes. She was sent to my school to track down a demigod, and it turned out to be me. Only she wasn't a hundred percent sure until Joe went after me.

And now I'm a camper at Camp Half-Blood, the American summer camp for modern-day Greek heroes that's safe from Canadian giants. See, now that America's so powerful, the gods of ancient Greece moved here and brought Olympus on top of the Empire State Building (Yeah, that magic Mist helps the gods, too.). The camp is run by Chiron, the immortal centaur who trained Hercules a billion years ago, give or take, and Dionysus, the god of wine who got sent to Camp Half-Blood as punishment for something I never really asked about.

The camp's only got twelve cabins - one for each Olympian - which campers stay in based off their parent. But since my dad's one of the minor gods, I stay in the Hermes cabin. See, Hermes is the god of travelers, so any camper who's got nowhere else to go is welcome to stay there.

This story is still a work in progress. It will improve later.