Prologue: Melody's JourneyMelody
Something about today feels a little off. I don't feel like my usual cheery self, which is very strange. Was it the news I heard last night about moving further south? I don't want to lose my friends from this area; they mean a lot of me. I love to jam out with my friends, especially in front of the whole school when we write a new song we want to perform in the talent competitions.
The home phone then rings, and I hear my mother. "Hello? Oh, hello Laura! Yes, she's here, hold on." As she walks up the stairs, I pretend to write in my diary. She knocks on my door, and I look up. "It's for you, Melody."
I take the phone. "Hello?"
"Melody! How are you?"
I smile. I can always count on Laura to lift my spirits. "I'm okay."
"Okay? What happened?"
"I found out I'm moving in a few weeks," I reply, as my voice drops its cheery tone.
"You tried talking to your parents about this?"
"I'm not allowed to. Mother says it's for the best, with her new job."
"You know, how come you never talk about your dad?"
My eyes widen. I don't know how to answer. I've never known who my father was until a few months ago.
But how am I supposed to tell my best friend that my father is the God of the Sun, Healing, Music, and Poetry?
"I've never really met him," I lie. "I guess he and my mother broke up a while ago."
"Ouch... sorry I asked."
"It's fine, don't worry." I then check the time: 7:33AM. It's a school morning too. I should be getting ready for the long journey to Camp Half-Blood. I've told all my friends that I'm heading to a Summer Camp for the Musically Talented. Nobody can ever know the truth. If they were Half-Bloods too, it would be so much easier to tell them where I was going; they could come with me, and we'd jam the nights away.
With the car packed, my mother and I open our doors and twist our bodies through the small space to get in the car. I turn round to take one last look at the house. After all, I won't see it again until autumn. When I look back at the front, we are well on the road, as my mother starts to drive to the motorway. I plug in my headphones and listen to the glorious music of my favourite artists, including David Guetta, Clean Bandit, Taylor Swift, and OneRepublic. It's also a perfect opportunity for a few winks - yes, I'm still quite tired.
When I next wake, my mother is gently tapping me.
"Melody, wake up. We're here."
I open my eyes, and in front of us stands Half-Blood Hill.
"How long was I asleep for?" I ask.
"The whole journey. Three hours."
So I was asleep for the whole three hours it took to get to Camp Half-Blood. Wow.
As I hug my mother good-bye, I grab my items and start to walk up the Hill.
But that's when I feel the ground start to shake.
Odd. I have never felt this hill shake before. And no case has ever been talked about among the other Half-Bloods.
What is going on?