I always knew I was a special child, just never how special. I learned that I was a demigod, and I guess that explained some of my weirdness. But something was missing. I could feel it. Like that feeling of forgetting something but not knowing what.
Oh! How rude of me. Introductions, right. My name is Perseus Jackson, but please, call me Percy. You've probably heard my story a million times so I won't explain. But all you need to know is that I discovered I was the son of Poseidon and could control the sea. It was an interesting discover, filled with dangerous adventures. At the age of 16, I was leading an army against a time titan. Man, the Doctor was such a cooler time lord. Not long after that, I was kidnapped and put into a deep sleep. And no, I wasn't awoken by a true loves kiss, this isn't some Disney movie. Later, I fell into Tartarus. Yeah, not exactly fun. There's also some that say Annabeth, who was my girlfriend at the time, also fell with me. I don't recall that happening so I'm just going to call it a rumor. I had to lead yet another army, but this time, against Mother Earth. But, littering is still bad. Take care of planet Earth.
But, that's in the past. The war was over and everything was okay, somewhat anyways. Leo sent a letter informing us that he was, indeed, alive. And with Calypso, good for her. She deserves happiness, although, I still have to have a 'talk' with the gods about keeping their promises. Everything was good. Happy. With Annabeth by my side and my friends supporting me. It was nice. To spend time knowing everything was right, and happy.
But the thing was, it wasn't. Nothing was alright. Everything had started to burn and I just couldn't see it. And now, I'm starting to see the results of it.
Because this is my story. And my stories never end with happy endings.
