Memoirs of a demigod lost

� Mortals. You are lucky beyond belief. The fates have always looked kindly upon you. You live your lives without a care in the world. you read our stories and you remain unaffected. We are nothing more then entertainment to you. Fictional characters in a fictional book. But we are not. We are Demigods, and we are real. Many of you know the story of Percy Jackson. The rightful hero, and son of Poseidon. Well, he wasn’t the only demigod running around at the time. He made it to half blood hill, and it was a good thing he did. But until recently, I did not. Percy had the Fates on his side that he was the son of one of the big three. Again, I did not.

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You see, I am the son of Nike. Not the shoe, but the minor Greek God of strength, speed, and victory. Not many people remember my mother anymore, except some shoe company. But other then that, she is remembered only by a small group of scholars. to the public, she is just thrown together with Hermes, or Athena, but she is very different. Hermes is a messenger, and a son of Zeus. Athena is a God of war, true, but she is smart, and cunning, and again, a daughter of Zeus. My mother is a true God, the daughter of Pallas and the River Styx; a titan and a force of nature. But since she was not a child of Kronos, she was not recognized. Still, she has her connections. Athena is a good friend of my mother. And sometimes she can put in a good word or two for her children. And she gets to live on Olympus, so I guess she got a break, since many of the other Titan Children were imprisoned. But her children, the few of them there are, are mostly forgotten.

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Now, thanks to Percy, we have a home at camp Half blood, but I doubt there are many of us left. In this last war, many of my siblings fought for Kronos, sadly. Even I spent some time in his ranks. Something I will regret for the rest of my life, however long that may be. But I'll Save that for a later time.

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The Search for Childhood Past
Many Demigods are very "un-lucky" (as you Mortals call it) in the fact they don't usually know their parentage. Some, like Percy, don't discover it untill they enter their teens. Others, well...they never find out at all. But then there are the Fateful few who know from the begining. I was one of those. my Father, being the man he was, was extriemly proud of me. In short, He LOVED me. again, this is very unusual for a Demigod.