James Shaw worked full time as an Astronomy Teacher. He’d spend all his home time buried in books, charts, student papers, and data print outs. When not working at the University of Washington, he could be found with his nosed pressed into his laptop or his eye in a telescope at a near by observatory.
One evening well after Midnight the middle of his work day, a striking young woman with subtle curves, fair skin, and raven black hair stepped into his roof top classroom. She said her name was Nyssa and that she was writing a paper. It was to be about under-explored places and wanted to write on the “vast darkness of space”. The two spent the rest of the night discussing subject matter, just before sunrise said she had to leave.
Every night for a week they shared thoughtful incites, funny stories, once or twice a light meal and in general each other’s company. The last night James saw Nyssa they ended up sharing more of a physical connection, and as no surprise to him just before sunrise said she had to leave. After three days he’d not seen or heard from her, he was sure that she had gone back to her life and he would most likely never hear from her again so he poured himself back into his work
Nine and a half months passed and she had begun to fade from his mind, just before dawn James returned to his Apartment to find a wicker basket with a baby boy wrapped in a silver-black blanket and a letter from Nyssa. Damien Shaw was "born" February, 5th, 1997 and grew up in Seattle, Washington with his Father. They lived in a two bedroom apartment located in the heart of the University District. As a young child Damien spent most of his waking hours on his father schedule, from sunset to sunup, sleeping all day and he loved it.
When Damien started attending school, it was "normal" but due to his ADHD and Dyslexia he tended to drift through. More than once though he would end up falling through the cracks of the school system, and not getting the proper lessons he needed. This never bothered him he hated school it was always to early, and the other kids just annoyed him the only time they were amusing is when they noticed with him.
During breaks it wasn’t uncommon for Damien to spend the nights out city crawling. It was during one of these nights, during the summer break just before his 2nd year in High School when he walked into an alley to someone being robbed at knife point but it was hard to tell what was going on. There was steaming coming out of the nearby grate in the ground and every time he blinked he could swear the chick with the knife, her pants were moving. As he moved closer Damien grew more certain that the woman’s pants were moving on their own, but that mattered very little over the next few seconds. With Damien standing no more than ten feet away the woman with the knife, she plunged it into the poor boys stomach and began slowly pulling it upward, gutting him.
Damien must have gasped or screamed because at that moment the woman with the knife turned her head and looked straight at him, and his first instinct was to run. But his feet refused to listen to him and wouldn’t move all he could do was staring as the boy bled out and the killer wobbled toward him. Wobbled…. The struck him as odd and in the moment he was willing to focus on anything else, not only did she seem to be wearing snake skin pants but she walked like her legs were made of rubber. Damien closed his eyes tight this whole thing didn’t make any sense trying to clear his head he opened his eyes and now it was even stranger the woman had… tentacles, no, tails. It didn’t matter he needed to move NOW, and his legs finally responded.
As Damien turned to run away he smacked right into another person he hadn’t noticed right behind him, knocking them both over. Shuffling quickly to get to his to get to his feet he reached down to grab the man he’d knock over "We got to go now, come on! “. Trying to pull him away Bjorn wanted to run, to get away from the tailed woman. As if answering him the shadows engulfed him it was cold, dark and then it was his kitchen. Landing flat on his ass, looking over he could make out the other man. He suddenly felt so tired lying on his back looking up and slowly sliding into sleep he noticed the man’s pant and chuckled lightly “Fur pants….” Then he was out.
15 hours later.....
When he woke up he was lying in his bed, his Father was there, He and the man with the fur pants. Rubbing his eyes he asked what was going on, and that moment that question he regretted. He got the whole truth, all of it, that he was a Demi God, that his mother was the Goddess Nyx. That the woman was a Dracaena, how the boy in the alley was another younger Demi. That the man in his room was a Satyr named was Trube, he needed to go to Half Blood Camp, that it was safer there then at home. Willingly or not Damien knew he had to leave, what happened to that poor boy couldn’t happen to his Father. They set out the next morning by train, they had an... interesting ride to say the least. After getting off the train from Seattle to Sacramento California it didn't take an idiot to tell they were being followed by someone, but between all the moving bodies and other people they couldn't make out who for sure.
At about half way through the trip from Sacramento to Chicago Illinois, Damien was deep asleep and suddenly his arm began to burn and sting like someone branding him. Screaming awake he grabbed at his forearm, it was cold and hard in parts and soft and about body temp in others. As his eyes finally cleared the sleep fog and adjusted to the light which Trube had turned on. He slowly pulled up his sleeve, as he did it exposed a beautiful bracer of black leather with polished metal features. Twisting his arm around he looked for a catch to remove it, bending his hand back to look for it on his wrist. Just then a blade sprang silently from inside the bracer and out about six inches from his hand, it was a shocking and yet amazing when he finally relaxed his arm the blade disappeared as quick as it had come.
After spending the rest of the trip experimenting with and examining the bracer. He had tried getting it off but ever time he would pull at an edge he get a sharp pinching pain in his arm, and he couldn't find a clasp or hook on it. As for the blade he had figured out how to move so it would eject and then how to let it slide back. Damien had also come across an inscription across the top that Trube helped him read, because as much as it looked familiar to him he couldn't quite read it "Αιώνια Δεσμώτης στο σκοτάδι" (Eternally Bound to Darkness).
When they arrived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania they made a heat run making a bunch of unnecessary turns and going in circles through crowds, and generally being evasive without trying to draw attention. Afterwards they didn't feel nearly as watched as before so they boarded the train making there finally and uneventful push towards New York, where they caught a Cab and made their way to camp. When they got there to the bottom of the hill out side of camp, Damien could literally feel the atmosphere around Trube change from the Jumpy way he had been to Happy and Excited at just the sight of it. As the Satyr took off running up Damien laughed a ran up the hill after him when they reached the top all he could do was let out a small gasp. It all kinda hit him at that one moment, fifteen years old and 4 days ago he thought the worst that could happen was failing Drivers ED, and now he's a Demi God from a religion most people consider dead. This is going to be interesting.