Chapter Two
Flash Floods and Birth

​Ellis felt like he was thrown into another world. His dad was Apollo. But nothing ever suggested that could happen when we learned Greek mythology last year, Ellis thought. How did this happen to me? That was one of his pertanyaan swirling in his mind.
​Soon, Ellis saw himself thrashing about in the waters, heading to Long Island. He was on the shoreline oleh then, coughing in the murky greenish water. There was a pine pohon ahead. He crawled over to the pohon and sat there, dripping and exhausted.
​Two people had come out of nowhere and helped him up. Ellis was dizzy and could only make out a blurry sight of them. They seemed to be wearing bright jeruk, orange shirts. Ellis had dyslexia, so it was hard to decipher what it said. It seemed to say:
AMPC H-LABFOOLD
​“Are anda okay?” One of the two berkata that, but Ellis’s temporarily blurry sight made him unable to know who berkata what.
​The other one asked, “Who are you?”
​“Ellis,” he replied, so raspy it was almost incoherent. He had only hazy memories of the past hour.
​“Hi, I’m Annabeth.”
​The other one didn’t greet, but the one named Annabeth hit the boy in the elbow and he replied to Ellis.
​“Okay, okay! I’m Percy.”
​Ellis spit something out of his mouth. It was the birth certificate, somehow still in one piece. The one named Percy got it and read it.
​Percy showed it to Annabeth, and her eyes widened.
​“Welcome to the club,” she said.
​“Huh?” Ellis was dumbfounded.
​“Camp Half-Blood,” Percy said. “Do anda have dyslexia?”
​Ellis nodded.
​“That makes sense. Can anda play an instrument? Apollo’s the god of music.” Annabeth turned to Percy for extra truth.
​“How am I supposed to know?”
​Ellis played something suddenly. It was a golden lyre, what Apollo is depicted playing.
​“Yup, you’re the son of Apollo.”
​The two kids from Camp Half-Blood helped Ellis up and truthfully told him what Camp Half-Blood was. They didn’t want to get on Apollo’s bad side, since he was also the god of truth, the reason why Ellis’s drawings always come true.
​“… It’s awesome,” Percy said.
​“It is,” Annabeth berkata for reassurance.
​“How did anda get here? Your certificate says that anda were born in Connecticut. That’s TC, right? I have dyslexia, too.”
​“I thought it was CT,” Ellis replied.
​“Who cares about the abbreviation of Connecticut? We’re about to menyeberang, salib the property line,” Annabeth said. “Oh, oleh the way, that pine pohon anda saw was Thalia’s pine, basically. Everyone knows the story. Do you?”
​“We did Greek mythology in class last year. Although now that I see this, I don’t think it’s a myth anymore. They should call it truth-ology.” Ellis gasped for breath after speed-talking.
​Percy and Annabeth cracked up as they crossed the property line.
​“The only aman, brankas haven for demigods,” Annabeth berkata as they approached.
​“Huh?”
​“Demigods is another way to say half-blood, dummy.”
​“Percy, he’s new! Don’t call him a dummy. Call me one.”
​“I already called anda a dummy and the opposite,” Percy said.
​“Whoa,” Ellis gaped at Camp Half-Blood.