Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. I never asked to be the son of a greek God. I was just normal kid, going to school, playing basketball, sakteboarding. The usual. Until I accidentally vaporized my maths teacher. That's when things really started going wrong. Now I spend my time fighting with swords, battling monsters with my friends and generally trying to stay alive. This is the one where Zeus, God of the sky, thinks I've stolen his lightning bolt - and making Zeus angry is a very bad idea. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, its gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.