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Look, I didn’t want to be a half blood,
-Is what I would’ve said if my mom was born much later, and If Poseidon was less of an ass.
But alas, life doesn’t always run like you want it to.
There are many versions and outcomes of this story, and I definitely do not think that mine is the worst.
To be honest, I think mine has one of the better outcomes.
However, regardless of how better my situation might seem, the fact that the gods have ruined another life still stands true.
So, let me introduce myself again.
Look, I didn’t want to be born.
The world was unjust and cruel, and I was just a little boy who didn’t know who he was.
I was a nobody.
Just another one of those little, insignificant lives that were unfortunate enough to have no friends and family. Destined to live for one miserable purpose:
Used as a pawn for some meaningless game that no poets will sing about.
Or so I thought.
This story is not about a half-blood hero that hates the gods, yet failed to do anything prominent in retaliation.
This story is about a boy and a man born from the ashes of a fallen soldier.
A soldier who could’ve been something else.

