I used to be(and still am a little)totally obsessed with Percy Jackson. This story was inspired by some fan fiction I saw on the internet. I only changed a bit of the details, so this belongs to its owner. It’s short, enjoy!?
“Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.”
I looked but from my book. The rest of the seven were just enjoying life. Annabeth was leaning on my shoulder, reading. Leo was petting Festus(don’t ask how he fits in the house). Jason and Piper were looking outside and quietly whispering to each other. Frank and Hazel were making a scrapbook. I smiled and picked up my pencil again.
Then again, I met all of my friends as a demigod. Plus…
I chuckled, and everyone stared at me.
The are worse things you could be.
Octavian, Reyna, Leo, Piper, Jason, Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Thalia!