TFC Chapter 2: 16 Years Later

Fien's POV

16 Years...that's how much time has passed since the death of my mother. I always felt alone...I use to live with my grandma, May Castellan. I escaped a couple of months ago, why didn't I escape earlier? Well because she made really good burned cookies.

"What should I do now?"

A little me appeared next to me, "Maybe you should go to Camp Half-Blood" he said.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am your little angel, don't you see movies?"

"Yeah but if you are here...where's the other devil one?"

"Here!" said another little me who appeared on my other shoulder with a red devil suit. "You should either go kill some demigods, kill monsters, go rape someone, kiss your grandma or go to Camp Half-Blood and kill everyone else."

TBC