I know just what you're thinking. Being a demigod is the coolest thing, right? Wrong. Being a demigod is probably worse than being imprisoned on Al Catraz. Yea. That's right. You think fighting monsters everyday, almost dying in every fight, and running into a god who could kill you any moment is cool? Well then you my friend, are crazy.

My name is Andrew. Andrew Kevins. Yes, yes I am a demigod and it is no fun at all. Sure, being friends with Percy Jackson is pretty cool but I mean being the son of Ares. That's not fun at all.

I guess I'll start out the day I'd figured out I was a son of the war god. It was around mid November when I was at school. The bell had rang and it was finally time for lunch. As I get out of class I see a group of Juniors over by their lockers giving me dirty looks. One came up to me and started talking to me in some ancient language. It was obviously Greek and I could easily interpret it, but back then I had no clue how I could. Anyway, this guy starts saying how he knows I'm a son of Ares and that I can't hide it and this whole time I'm thinking what are you talking about. I guess this guy was some kind of monster because when he stopped talking, he started turning into a strange wolf guy. He was half human half wolf which was especially creepy. His head was a wolf's head but his torso and below was human. What is happening, I kept thinking to myself. The wolf-boy charged it me with tremendous speed but I easily sidestepped it and he basically but himself into a headlock. I grabbed with by the neck and I twisted his head like a guy showed me once in a self defense class. The wolf-boy turned into gold dust. The whole time I was fighting I hadn't even seen the bloody spear hanging above my head which meant that Ares was claiming me as his son. "That's why you don't mess with the war god," I said, staring at the gold dust.

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