The Life of Zander Hamilton

My name is Zander Hamilton. I’m seventeen years old, I am 6’3”, I’m pretty fit, I have brown hair and brown eyes, I was raised in Longview, Washington, and I never knew who my father was. He left my mom before I was born, but I can understand why now, he’s a god. One of the twelve Olympian gods of Greek mythology. “Which one,” you may ask. That I don’t know. He has yet to claim me.

I live at a place called Camp Half-Blood, its camp for people like me, half-bloods, one half human and one half god. Camp is located on Long Island, New York, normally I would be worried about monsters finding us but they found us a couple years ago during the never ending war between the two of us.

There are a couple hundred people at camp but there are only a few other half-bloods that haven’t been claimed yet, but their all under ten. They usually get claimed within their first week. I was not so lucky. Even after Percy Jackson, the only human son of Poseidon, saved Olympus and made the gods promise to claim their children by the age of thirteen, I had not been claimed. But gods are very busy and forgetful of their children so I don’t take any offense from it.

I was in the arena with Percy learning how to become better swordsman. Who better to learn from then the best? I was in mid thought and must have made a slight mistake because within seconds he knocked my sword out my hand and knocked me to the ground.

“You ok Zander? You seem a little out of it today.” He said.

“I’m fine, just thinking about my dad.” I replied.

“You really shouldn’t dwell on it, I’m sure you’ll be claimed soon.”

“You’ve been saying that since you saved Olympus.”

“You know if I didn’t know you used to live with your mother I’d say you were a son of Athena.” He said.

“Right.” I said mockingly

In fact, I actually wish that it was true; it would take lot off my mind. Of course, it wasn’t. As he said, when I wasn’t at camp, I lived with my mother Jennifer, and my step-father Steven Thompson. Of course, they didn’t know I was a demigod. When I returned home with yet another scar I would have to tell them that I fell of something and hurt myself. Then they would tell me I should stop going to this camp on the other side of the country and needed to stay home more. I would stay home more if it was safe, but I can’t. There are a lot of monsters out there in the world that can smell demigod from miles away. I have to keep them safe so I go to boarding schools during the school year away from my mom, and during the summer I go to camp.

Percy poured a bottle of water over his head, being the son of the sea god he like water a little too much. “Have you ever like, done the math and tried to figure out who he is?” Percy asked as he tossed me a bottle of water.

“Yeah, I have but I came up with nothing.” I replied

“Well, give me what you got.”

I let out a short sigh before saying, “Sure, why not.” I held out my index finger.

“First, I thought he was maybe Ares, I mean I’m a good fighter. People tell me all the time that the only people that are better than me with a sword are you, Jason, maybe even Clarisse. But that was shot down almost instantly when I remembered they were all real jerks.” I explained before Percy spoke up.

“Franks not a jerk, you remember him, right?” he asked, of course I did. Frank Zhang was a son of Mars, the Roman version of Ares, one of the seven of the last great prophecy along with Percy; Annabeth Chace, daughter of Athena; Jason Grace, son Jupiter; (Roman version of Zeus) Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite; Hazel Lévesque, daughter of Pluto; (Roman version of Hades) and Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus.

I thought about this for a second before I replied. “True,” I said, “But Frank is a son Mars not Ares. You and I both know that the gods have different personalities based on the side the story you look at.”

“You got me, continue.” He said.

“Thank you, second,” I said pointing my middle finger out with the index, “I considered being a son of Apollo, I like music and I like to sing sometimes, plus I play multiple instruments. But I decided it wasn’t him either. I have both no skill with a bow and look nothing like any of his other kids.”

I went on like this for a good thirty minutes. Replaying the things I had told myself a thousand times before. Hermes, no; Apollo, no; Dionysus, thank gods no.

“So, what are going to do now?” He asked with hint of concern in voice.

“I’m guessing wait with cabin eleven until someone does claim me.”

Notes

Greetings reader! I hope you enjoy the first chapter. I’m only posting because I want to see how you guys like it. This is not the final edit of the chapter; I may edit it again later. I have not finished the story yet but I am almost there.