The Daughters of the Big Three

I look at my sword and flip it over. It shrinks back into a ring and I slip it back on my finger.
“Please tell me what is going on,” I look at Mr. Brown and Oliver.
Oliver looks at me. “You know about Greek mythology?” I nod. “Well, it’s all real.”
“Great,” I say.
“Come on, we need to leave,” Mr. Brown says.
We go to the office and Mr. Brown makes up an excuse why Oliver and I need to check out. Eventually the lady lets us and a note is sent to my brother that I’m not going home with him. Oliver and I get in the car with Mr. Brown and we head to my house.
“Why isn’t my brother coming though?” I ask.
“Protectors have to do some research on the demigods they are going to be taken back to camp. When I found you I looked at your family deal,” Oliver explains. “Your family isn’t like other demigods’. Most only live with one parent unless the other is a step parent. It seemed as though both of yours were biological. After some research though I found that your ‘dad’ is actually your step dad. And your brother and sister are just half siblings.”
“So my mom met a god and had me while she was married to my step-dad?” I ask.
“Let’s not get too into this. Relations on the godly side can get really weird and confusing.”
I actually agreed to that. I’d rather not know what the deal was.
We arrived at my house and I stepped inside. “Mom?” I called.
My mom walked into the entryway and looked at me. “Why are you here?” She looks behind me and sees Mr. Brown who steps forward and introduces himself. Oliver does the same.
Suddenly she seems to realize something, “Oh my, oh my gosh,” She turns to me. “Honey, I’m so sorry I never told you. I kind of forgot about it.”
“It’s, okay mom,” I reassure her.
“No its not. But you need to go. Go pack a few things before you leave,” She smiles and hugs me. “I need to schedule a flight for you three.”
“That’s very kind of you Mrs. Day,” Mr. Brown says. “But only Oliver and Elaina will be going. I will take them there. Go on, Elaina. Quickly pack.”
I nod and run upstairs to my room. I grab a back pack and grab some clothes, my wallet, and my drawing book. I look in my mirror one last time. I almost jump. I look different. I thought I had brown hair and brown eyes. But instead I have black, hair and green eyes. I decide to ask Oliver about it later on the plane.
I head back downstairs. My mom walks over to me.
“You be careful now,” She says.
“I will.”
“You will get in very many dangerous situations. Don’t worry about losing your ring. It will always come back to you. Now I want you to come home at least for your birthday every year. And if you’re ever around stop by. I love you.” My mom hugs me.
“I love you too,” I say.
“Off you go,” She releases me and waves me off to Mr. Brown and Oliver. I follow them out the door to the car and get in. I wave to my mom, who is on the front porch, goodbye.

We arrive at the airport half an hour later. Mr. Brown checks us in and then we head to our plane. Before I know it. Oliver and I are on our way to Long Island, where Camp Half-Blood is.
It’s a long flight from Oregon to New York, so we have a much we can talk about. I begin with the change of my appearance.
“Yeah, I think that was the Mist. Which can make things look different in front of mortals so they don’t freak out and stuff,” Oliver says. “It’s probably so you looked like your step-dad instead of your real dad.”
“Oh, okay,” I nod. It does make some sense. “But who is my real dad?”
“I don’t know. And we won’t find that out until he claims you.”
I probably seemed like I was fine on that plane. Right? Well I actually get super uncomfortable in airplanes. It’s not like I was afraid of heights. More like, heights were afraid of me and it would send us crash landing at any second.
I doodle in my drawing book the rest of the way there. And I’m so relieved when we finally land. After that we take a taxi to our destination.
“This is like the middle of nowhere though,” The driver says. “Are you sure this is where you want to be?”
“Yes,” Oliver says. The driver shrugs and leaves.
We walk through the some trees to where we come to the entrance.
“Welcome,” Oliver says. “To Camp Half-Blood.”

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