Inexperienced

As soon as the severity of the situation began to sink in, I started ranting at Aloisyus(I'd finally recalled his name, it's so complicated; it doesn't surprise me) 'I really have to call my parents, they'll be wondering where I've gone when they get home, and house is half demolished, and I've not gone to school either, and my friends are probably worried too and-'

'Anne, stop.' he interrupted me. By this time we had got into a taxi. 'What?' I snapped, maybe a bit too harsh, because he blanched and stammered, 'Um, well, wh-what are you going to tell them?' I shrugged, and looked out the window. I hadn't realy thought about that. 'I mean, you can't very well tell them that a manticore crashed into your house and then just ran off. They'll never believe you. Besides, it isn't safe.' 'Yeah, I know, you have told me that like a dozen times, but I don't know why it isn't safe. You said it would alert the monsters, but why? And what is going on? What is this place you're taking me? Not that if you tell me I won't call my parents, but I think I have a right to know what's going on.' He sighed. 'I suppose you do. But at least wait with calling your parents until we're at Camp. We have protective borders there.' I looked at him expectantly, and he sighed again. 'Allright, this is gonna be a long story. What do you know about Greek Mythology?' 'Quite a lot, actually. I have Latin and Greek at school, and I've read a lot about it.' 'Okay, that makes it a lot easier. I'll tell you one thing: All the myths are true.'

I gaped at him. 'What... how? What do you mean?' 'They've always been true. All the time, the Olympian gods and all the mythological creatures that come along have lived alongside humanity.' 'How do I know you are telling the truth?' 'Look', he said, and he kicked off his shoes. I had to suppress a gasp, because where his feet should have been were two hooves. 'You... you're a satyr.' I managed to say. 'But how...how did we not notice?' He put his (probably modified) shoes back on and replied, 'Because of the Mist. Nobody really knows how it works, but it shrouds the mythological world from the mortal one. Besides, there isn't really a 'we'. At least not one you're part of. You see, you are not mortal, at least not entirely.' 'Well, what am I then?', I said impatiently. 'You are half god. That is why you could see through the mist.' 'You mean... one of my parents is a god? Which one of my parents, and which god?' 'Probably one of the twelve olympians or a major minor god, otherwise the monster wouldn't have been able to find you. As for which of your parents, which of them is your biological one?' 'What do you mean? They're both my biological parents.' 'They can't be. Godly parents hardly ever stay around once the child is born.' 'But I look like both of them. I have my mother's face and my father's eyes and hair. Could it not be that my family is an exeption?' 'There are no exeptions. None of the gods would give up his or her immortal life to live an ordinary mortal one. I guess we'll find out when you get claimed at the campfire tonight.'

I didn't know what that meant, but I was tired of asking questions. I rested my head against the window with a sick feeling in my stomach. One of my parents was not my biological parent, and I would find out who was by being 'claimed'. But, maybe, if there were more like me, I would finally find a place where I felt like I belonged.

Notes

Hi guys, this is my very first story and I'm originally Dutch so I'm not that good at English yet (I've had about four years of English at school now), so I would really appreciate it if you had any tips on how I can improve.