People keep saying that you need to out of town when there's a storm directly right above it. They say that your chance of survival is not good. For instance, when it's a tornado or a hurricane, it's always considered dangerous. You are ordered to find shelter and try to keep yourselves safe.

But it's not dangerous for me.

My name is Marcus Dimascio, a modern day demigod. My father is the Olympian god Poseidon, the Lord of the Sea's, the mighty Shaker of the Earth, the father of Horses and the legendary Bringer of Storms.

I'm diagnosed with autism, which affects my social skills and the way I think. I have a younger sister called Chloe and my mother is Sarah Dimascio. My sister and I were trained illegally by our father, risking the chance that he would be banished from Olympus. Thanks to him doing this, we were toughened up - my sister is now a pro at shooting arrows with her compound bow that mom got her for Christmas, when she was six years old. My dad taught me how to fight with swords and tridents ever since I was five years old.

He even taught me how to summon storms.

Yeah, it's kind of freaky right? But when you're a son of the Stormbringer, it's not so scary. You could say that wherever we go, the storm goes.

So many times I thought nothing bad would happen. And so many times I was proven wrong.

That's because something is watching over you and it isn't happy. It tries everything to destroy you and we just keep surviving the rage it brings.

Could it be jealousy from who is trying to kill my sister and me? If you guessed 'Yes', then you are so right.

Now, if you are a demigod like me, then I urge you to stop reading this. You don't want to know what I've been through.

However, if you're mortal...keep reading if you want. You might think that this isn't real (Yeah, right), so enjoy this while you can.

But let me remind you: I told you that I'm the Stormbringer's son. And I can assure that you could end up getting blown out of your seats.

I dreamt of mom.

For the last and final time, I wished that I didn't have to remember that day.

You might've heard of strange people breaking into people's houses in New York, and how the victim gets tied up while they are robbed. Well, we had our house broken into over two months ago, but we were not robbed.

My mother herded Chloe and me into the attic, all of us panting with nervous breaths.

When we heard the door knock loudly, and our mother went to answer it, she immediately slammed it shut and told us to hide. We immediately refused to leave her, so we helped her barricade the door leading to the stairs to the upper section of the house with several trunks full of old books and draws.

We waited, and waited. It was becoming evident in the loud crashes and smashing wood that the intruders were breaking through the door.

"Who are they and what do they want?" I whispered to mom.

"Why are they doing this?" Chloe demanded.

Our mother looked at us with despairing eyes. "They want both of you."

"What?" Both Chloe and I cried in unison.

Mom looked at the closed staircase of the attic.

The lights coming through the seams of the floor flickered on and off, telling us that the intruders were right below us. They started banging on the weathered attic floor door. I could smell the unmistakeable scent of smoke coming from the door.

Mom looked back at us. "Listen, Marcus. You listen as well, Chloe. We don't have much time, but I'll tell you this: get to Los Angeles when you get the chance."

"Mom," I stammered, "what are you talking about?"

"Just trust me!" mom snapped. "You'll find all the answers there! Your father was last sighted there when he disappeared. I know you two can do this. You've had training for this, and I know you can get there! Promise me!"

The door began to snap violently.

"Promise me!" mom shouted at me urgently.

I looked at her, shock by the terror and madness in her eyes. "I promise."

The door exploded. Wood went everywhere, pieces bouncing off us as we covered our faces.

Then they poured in - men in black, stormy armour, armed with javelins and swords. Two of the men had black capes on, like armoured Batman's. Both were tall and strongly built, like pro wrestlers. One of the men came forward. He had black hair with some grey in it. He looked about nineteen, but he was obviously the leader, because all the other soldiers (that's what I thought they were) backed away to give him space. He had a sword strapped to his belt and he had the cruellest eyes ever - green eyes with a tinge of an evil shade of yellow.

"My name is Proculus," he said in a rasping voice, like he shouted quite often in his spare time. "Give us the boy and the girl."

Our mother took a quick look at us, and then looked back at the man who called himself Proculus. She spread her arms out like she was shielding us. "Never," she snapped.

The other man standing behind Proculus came forward.

"Look, Miss Dimascio," he said in a deep voice, "we're not here to argue. Give us Marcus and Chloe."

He spread his hands out. "I promise they won't be harmed."

"Shut up, Maximus," Proculus barked. He continued to look at mom. "Although, he does speak the truth: your children won't suffer any harm, if you give them to us."

"I don't believe you," mom growled. "You're not getting my children."

Proculus tilted his head to the side. "You do know who I am, don't you Sarah Dimascio? I am also I child of your children's father. You don't want to mess with me, and if you do, you'll regret it forever. Now, get out of my goddamn way, or I swear on the River Styx -"

Mom suddenly pounced at Proculus, punching his face hard and kicking him violently backwards. He slammed into the attic wall.

Instantly, all the other men (except Maximus) surged forward. Mom dodged the first sword swing and snatched a weapon off the soldier's belt - a spare sword. She sliced the soldier's head off, but instead of collapsing the soldier exploded into black glass.

Mom continued fighting the soldiers, while a couple of other soldiers came after me and my sister. We dodged them, but these soldiers were smarter than the others. They spun on their heels and tripped us over, making us fall on our backs hard. They turned us over, pinned us down and bounded our hands. They shouldn't have done that. I arched my back upwards, throwing the soldier holding me off. I jumped to my feet, snapping the handcuffs on my wrists. A couple of men came forward, but they didn't know how strong I was. I ducked as a sword came at my face, grabbed hold of the attackers' throat and threw him out of the attic window. The second man didn't stand a chance - he came straight at me, got kneed in the groin and got thrown to the floor.

But then everything went wrong. Another one of the other soldiers tackled me and the next thing I know, I'm sprawled on the floor with a pounding headache.

Our mother screamed. Proculus had gotten to his feet and was fighting our mom in a sword fight. Her face was covered in a light film of sweat, and she was evidently tiring. After a few seconds, Proculus caught his sword blade on the hilt of mom's hilt, forced it out of her hands and slammed his knee into my mother's leg, causing her to fall to the ground.

"NO!" I screamed. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Proculus had the tip of his sword at mom's unprotected chest. Her face was covered in sweat, but she kept her eyes trained on me for some reason.

Proculus looked at me...and smiled evilly. "I don't think so. Since you tried to fight as well-"

"My Lord," Maximus quickly said. He had a look that said, 'Do not worry, child. I'll stop him.' "Don't be a fool. If you do this, the boy and his sister won't cooperate."

"Oh, they will," Proculus snarled. "I'll make sure of it."

He looked at me, dead in the eye. "You hear, Dimascio? I'll make sure you will cooperate."

Mom closed her eyes as Proculus drew his sword back...

"NOOOO!"