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Again, let me say this.
I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
If you’re reading this and think that you are, no, no you are not one of us. Slam the book close and turn away, I don’t care if you want to know more about me or simply need to know more information about offsprings of gods and mortals.
This sea you’re sailing on is dangerous enough as it is, but...
This sea, believe it or not, has become a solace for multiple half-bloods like me and for my peace and yours; don’t try to look for them.
If you’re pure mortal and just want to read this silly fanatic tragic tale then go ahead, since I know you’ll always refer to this as fiction. I’m whole-heartedly jealous of your life, because mine is just a dumpster fire of a mess.
Or... should I say; was . Was a dumpster fire of a mess. If you’re going to ask, what was the sudden change that made things better? Technically, if I was a normal person, this would’ve been labeled as ‘worse’ than ‘better’; but I’m no normal person and I chose to label it as the latter.
My early years as a Half-blood wasn’t as tragic as those in myths, if you’ll let me refer to it as such; I can, somewhat, call myself lucky and didn’t have the short end of the stick- yet could you really call it lucky when you lost countless one-of-a-kind friends in a war where your godly parents could’ve just dealt with on their own? Not have some prophecy hanging over their mortal children's heads?
Not to go off-topic, but I was growing stronger and stronger, becoming too godly to be with my peers but too mortal to be with the gods. My own mother had her own family and was I supposed to ruin that? Was I supposed to try and stick my existence into something so small and perfect-
My own father even apologized that I was born .
I had to pay the price of existing .
Hero or not. I could not find any camaraderie or family anywhere.
I mean- Wise Girl was there...but she didn’t have any reality-shattering abilities, she was just Wise girl, Wise girl who outsmarted any opponent she faced and she was slowly rebuilding the family she thought she couldn’t have again, and again; where can I fit in it?
Then there’s Grover... but he’s becoming too busy for us, too busy being the Lord of the Forest. Too busy to be just Grover. Too busy to be my best friend.
You might be thinking, so you left because you weren’t being given attention?
No, I left because I wasn’t meant to exist in the first place.
Remember? I’m Percy Jackson .
A forbidden child.