I woke up in the infirmary, wondering where I was. My head was pounding, and the room felt as though it was spinning. What was I doing there? Then it all came back to me.

I had been attacked. I don't remember exactly what happened, or what had attacked me, but I do remember that about an hour before, I was sitting in my apartment when something pounced on me. I had run out immediately, because I don't think whatever did that was friendly, and I wasn't gonna stay to find out. Plus I don't have a pet. That's a big sign that something is wrong. My friend Lucas lived in a smaller area on the first floor, and he told me that if anything ever happened, I could come to me. I had run in panting, and he asked what was going on. I was too exhausted to talk, so I'm guessing the look on my face gave it away. He took us out of the building and decided to take us for a drive. We lived in the suburbs, so it was quicker to get out of the city. We were driving along this pathway he found that took us through a forest, and I had finally calmed down enough to tell him. 

His expression darkened with every word I said. Then, the car shook. Maybe it was a speed bump? No. It was something else. It had happened three times, and then the car got flipped over. That was when I went unconscious, and the next thing I knew, I was here.

Suddenly I saw the curtains burst open. Lucas ran in. "Is she awake?" He then noticed me staring at him wide-eyed. Why was he half goat? "Oh thank the gods you're ok!"

"Why are you half goat?" I asked. What? It was the first thing that came to mind!

"Well, um... I'm a satyr."

"Like in Greek myths?"

"Like in Greek myths."

"Ok... weird. Where am I?"

"Camp half-blood."

"And what is that?"

"A safe place for demigods."

"Like... half god, half mortal?"

"Yes."

"So why am I here? I'm a normal person..."

"Well, you're actually a demigod..."

"Oooookkkkk..."

"Yep," he said. He knew I didn't believe it, that I thought it was probably some kind of prank. "You're a demigod. And no, you're not on a prank show, this is real."

"AWWWWW MANNNNNNNNNNN!!!" He nodded, his curly blonde hair practically glowing in the light. 

About an hour later, he decided I was stable enough to walk, and took me to the camp director. A  'Mr. D' or whatever his name was.  We walked over to the big house where a man in a leopard print shirt was sipping Coca Cola. "Oh hey Lincoln. Do you have the next coke can I asked for?"

"It's Lucas. And yes." Lucas walked over to the man and set down a can of Diet Coke.

"Diet?" Lucas nodded. "I hate diet..." the man grumbled. "Is that a new camper?"

"Yes sir. Her name is-"

"Mine."

"What?"

"Mine."

Now I was confused. What did he mean by mine? And why was he pointing at me? "Liam, she's mine. And yes, I know her name." Lucas' eyes widened, as if he realized something. 

"My name's still Lucas, and um... I think you should know that Mr. D is actually-"

"Dionysus," I said, "the god of wine." They looked at me surprised. "What? I can know things!" Mr. D nodded.

"And, you're my kid. Mine! You can leave now, Levi."

"MY NAME'S STILL LUCAS!!!"