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When I started writing this story, I decided to also write a synopsis, so here it is:

Alexander Hendrikson is a muggleborn wizard who lives in Silverton, Colorado. On his 11th birthday he receives a letter from Hogwarts telling him he is a wizard; the only problem is that he also receives word from Camp Half-Blood that he is a Demigod. He will have to choose whom to respond to, and quickly, as monsters have already sensed his presence and will attack him at every opportunity. Παιδί του Άδη βάρδος 00:46, April 15, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter 1

It was one o’clock in the morning, on the 5th of October, in Silverton, Colorado. I was still wide awake, sitting in the shadows of the deserted living room. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t sleep. Today was my 11th birthday. My best friend Eric Longleaf had promised to come over to my house today for my birthday. I always had a lot of fun when Eric came over, so I was looking forward to him coming over. After thinking about all of the fun we would have for a little while longer, I finally went back to my bed and got to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of bacon being fried in a skillet. “It’s time to get up Alexander!” My dad called up the stairs. You see, my mom died giving birth to me, so I had lived with my dad all my life. He wasn’t that bad of a dad, but sometimes I wished that my mom had never died.

I got up, threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. When I got downstairs, breakfast was sitting on the table. It was my favourite, eggs and grits with bacon. As soon as I was finished eating, the doorbell rang. I ran down the hall to the door, and opened it. The mailman was standing on the other side. He handed me the mail. I thanked him and he went on down the street. “Hey look, dad, there’s a letter for me!” I said, going through the mail. I had never gotten a letter in my entire life, for some reason, so I was pretty excited. Just then, the doorbell rang again. I opened it and this time it was Eric. “Come in,” I told him. He stepped inside.

“How you doing, Alex?” he asked.

“I’m doing fine,” I answered, “Look! I got a letter!”

“That’s cool! Who do you think it came from?” He inspected the letter, “It looks kind of weird, don’t you think? Like it’s from medieval times.”

“I know it does doesn’t it?”

“Yeah! Come on, I was thinking of walking up to the ‘Christ of the Mines’ statue maybe.”

“Sure!” I replied, then I yelled down the hall, “Dad, me and Eric are going up to the ‘Christ of the Mines’ statue

“Ok, but try to be back by dark!” He called back.

We went out the door and started walking up the hill. Or at least I walked. Eric always walks with this weird limp, which he says is because he had had a rockclimbing accident, but to me, it always seemed like he walked the same way as a sheep or a goat would. That didn’t seem possible. I mean, satyrs were just myths, right? Anyway, we walked, and limped, up the hill. When we got to the top, Eric said, “Why don’t you open your letter, Alex?” I had completely forgotten that I was still holding the mysterious letter that I had gotten.

“Oh, yeah, I had forgotten I still had it.” I said. I opened the letter and started reading it out loud:

Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft andWizardry

Headmaster: Domonic D. Tempus

Dear Mr. Hendrickson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins on June 21. We await your return letter no later than March 12.

Yours sincerely,

Luxor C. Foss

Deputy Headmaster

"Do you think its some kind of practical joke?” I asked as we started walking back towards the town. Just then, I sensed something wasn’t right, and Eric slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. A hail of feathers went zooming past where my head had been moments before. They looked like they were made of bronze, and they also looked razor sharp. “What was that!” I yelled.

“There’s no time to explain! Put this on and twist the rim of the dial!” Eric told me, handing me a watch. I did as he told me and it spiraled out into a three foot wide shield.

“What is going on?” I yelled. Just then the birds came back for another pass.

“Put up your shield,” Eric told me, “It’s the only way to defend yourself!” I just barely managed to put it up in time to deflect the feathers. Even so, they knocked my shield out of my hand, and it landed a few yards away. There was no way that I could get it in time to defend from the feathers.

“What are they?” I asked Eric.

“They’re called Stymphalion Birds,” He answered.

The birds seemed to be getting annoyed by their inability to hit me. I could tell that they were going to go against me with their full strength this time. They came at me at full speed and all of them shot a rain of feathers at me as hard as they could. There was no hope to defend from them. I braced myself for the worst. Then the weirdest thing happened. I was bracing myself for the feel of a couple dozen arrows piercing my skin. Instead, I felt a couple dozen snowflakes hitting my chest at the speed of bullets. Even so the knocked the wind out of me. “What the heck?” I yelled as soon as I got my breath back, “What just happened?”

“I think I know who you are now,” Eric said, looking at the piles of snow that had, until recently, been a couple dozen giant bronze birds, “Let’s find somewhere to sit down, I’ve got a lot to explain.”

Chapter 2

(some time later)

"Woah, you mean my mother isn't dead, but instead she's one of the gods?" I asked Eric, "If that's true, then why didn't my dad tell me already?"

"When a demigod doesn't know what they are, their scent is barely noticable to monsters. When they find out their scent grows way stronger, and monsters from miles around can smell them." He answered, "Your dad didn't tell you to protect you. If you had known that you were a demigod, you probably would have been eaten by monsters ages ago."

"But if monsters could only smell me if I knew what I was, then why did those bird thingies attack me?"

"Because you were starting to realize that you were different from other kids, it started when you got the letter."

"If my mother really is one of the gods, then who is she?"

"You're undetermined, but I think I know who your mother is. Hopefully she will claim you when we get to camp."

"If all this is true, then what are you?" I asked.

Before he could answer, I saw the beam of a flashlight sweeping across the horizon, and I heard my dad's voice calling for us. "We'd better go," I said to Eric, "Dad will get worried if we don't come soon." We got up and started making our way down the hill towards the light. When we got to where the light was, instead of finding my father holding a flashlight, we found a strange creature with leathery wings. I saw a flashlight lying on the ground in front of it. It reared up and hissed at us.

"Open the shield!" Eric yelled to me. I twisted the rim of the dial on my watch and the shield spiraled out. Eric tossed a switchblade knife to me. "Press the button that opens it!" he told me. I did and as it opened it turned into a three foot long sword of shimmering bronze. "Use it to defend yourself!" he said, just as the creature attacked. I swung the sword by instinct and it cut the creature in half, turning it to dust.

"What was that!" I asked Eric.

"That was a fury, it must have impersonated your father to lure you into it's trap. We'd better get back to your house and make sure your dad is okay!"

We ran as fast as we could back to my house. When we got there we opened the door and ran inside, closing and locking it behind us. I turned on the light and looked around the room. I saw my father, lying on the floor. He looked fast asleep. Eric went over to him and started poking and prodding him to try and wake him up. It didn't work. He tried shaking him. That didn't work either. Finally he got up and went over to me.

"This is not good. He won't wake up. All I can think is that he got put to sleep by something, or someone." said Eric.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I know that no human could have put him to sleep, so the only other option is a monster or a god. And as far as I know, there isn't any monster that could have done it, so that only leaves a god. To the best of my knowledge, there's only one god who could do something like this. Morpheus." Eric replied.

"Who's he?"

"He's the god of dreams. It's his area of expertise."

"But why would he do something like this? Aren't all the gods good?"

"Well, most of the gods are, but in the past some of them have gone over to Kronos' side. Morpheus was one of them."

"Do you think he'll ever wake up?" I asked after a bit.

"I don't know, but probably. You never know with Morpheus." Eric said, "We need to get you to Camp Half-Blood soon. You must be pretty powerful to attract so many monsters in one day."

"But what about my dad?" I asked.

"We'll have to leave him here. We can come back to check on him later, but he'll be safe here for now. The monsters won't attack him if you aren't here."

"How will we get to Camp Half-Blood?" I asked.

"We'll have to drive." He said.

Chapter 3

We were driving down the highway in my dad's pickup truck at about 80 miles an hour, but for some reason no one seemed to notice that we were even there. We passed a couple police cars, but they just drove on by us and didn't give us any notice. We also seemed to pass right through the other cars, which I didn't think was possible, but how else could we be driving down the middle of the road? We had been driving for about 6 hours, but we appeared to be in Missouri already, but that was three states away from Colorado. I was getting kind of weirded out by all of the impossible things that I had seen today. I decided that although we were making very good time getting to New York, it was still three more states to go through, so I would be better served to get some sleep while I still could. "Wake me up when we get to wherever we're going." I asked Eric.

"Sure." he answered.

I climbed over the back of the seat and lay down accross the seats in the back part of the cab of the truck. It wasn't very comfortable, but I managed to fall asleep. When I woke up, it was dark out. I looked around where I was and saw that it wasn't the back of the truck where I had gone to sleep. I was lying on a camping cot in a small grove of trees. I raised my head and looked around. Eric was sitting by a campfire a short distance away. I got up and went over to join him.

"Thank the gods you've woken up!" he said, "I was beginning to worry that you'd been put to sleep like your father."

"No, I wasn't put to sleep. How long was I out?" I said.

"About two days."

"How much progress did we make?"

"Well, we've probably gotton to New York state by how long we've been driving, but I'm not sure where in it we are. I have a feeling that we'll have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow, so you should get some sleep."

"OK," I said, and went back over to my cot and lay down. I went to sleep almost immediatly.


That night, I had a dream. I was at a strange school that looked like a castle. I was wearing black robes. I was in the midst of a croud of many people, all the same age as me. A woman wearing robes and a pointed hat was leading us through the halls towards two huge doors. The doors opened and we walked into a room that was the same size as my house back home had been. The ceiling was hidden by a mirage of the sky. There were five tables. Four of them were lined up parallel to each other. The fifth table was on a raised platform that spanned the width of the room, at the far end. Right in front of the fifth table was a stool. On it was a hat.

(not sure if i'm done with the dream or not, might add more later)


I woke up to the sound of someone trying not to wake me up. "You know that's not working," I said, opening my eyes a crack. At the sound of my voice, Eric froze in the middle of what he was doing, which was loading up the truck with the camping gear.

"Oh, well, I didn't want to wake you." he said, looking embarassed. "You were sleeping so peacfully..."

"Until you started sneaking around the camp" I finished for him. "I often wake up more easily to the absence of sound than a loud noise."

"I'll keep that in mind in the future," he said, while finishing loading up the truck. "Right now we need to eat something and get moving if we want to be at camp before dark."


It was late and I was half asleep when we pulled up to a hill. At the top of the hill was a pine tree. I opened the door of the truck and got out. I walked up to the top of the hill and saw that it wasn't just one hill, it was a ring of hills, encircling a village-like encampment. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," said Eric. We started down the hill, and walked over to a large farm house. Eric opened the door and we went inside.

"So, this is the new half-blood."

Chapter 4

After Eric introduced me to Chiron and Mr. D (aka Dionysus), Chiron asked Eric to show me to Cabin 11, where I would be staying until I was claimed. As we walked toward the cabins, I asked Eric how long it would be before I got claimed.

"Who knows?" he said, "It's different for everybody, some get claimed really early on, some never get claimed at all."

Just then, we heard shouting coming from behind us. We looked toward the noises, and saw a couple of kids yelling at each other. Then one of them punched the other in the nose, and it turned into a fistfight. "I better go break that up, you can make your way to the cabin by yourself from here." Eric said.

"Okay, see you later"

When I got to the cabin, a tall, muscular guy greeted me.

"You must be the new camper." he said, holding out his hand, "I'm Mike, head councelor of Hermes."

"Alexander." I said, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Well then, Alexander, Welcome to Cabin 11!"


When I stepped into the cabin, the first thing I noticed was how packed it was. All the bunks were taken, and there were sleeping bags all over the floor. Mike gave me a sleeping bag, and showed me my spot of the floor. I spread out my sleeping bag on my spot on the floor, and sat down on it. A few minutes later, I heard a conch horn. "Time for dinner!" Mike called out. There was a huge racket as everyone in the cabin got up and ran for the door. When we got outside, Mike organized us into a single file line, and we walked to the dining pavillion. We all crouded around the Hermes table. The serving plates were passed around, and when everyone had served themselves, we all got up with our plates and lined up in front of the fire. I saw the people in the front of the line walk up to the fire and scrape some of their food into the flames.

"The gods like the smell." One of the campers said from behind me. "Personally, I've never understood it, but who am I to judge them?"

"Thanks" I told them. When I got to the fire, I scraped some of my food into the flames, and hoped that I would know soon who my mom was.


(To Be Continued)

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