Okay, this is the story of Percy and Annabeth's daughter. Don't expect an update every other day, because I have three stories going at once—this is the only one I published—and I'm kinda working through writer's block. I don't own PJO, or anything else in this story that needs a copyright sign next to it. Enjoy.
.:Prologue—Faceless:.
There is always one of us. One of me. I am the girl you speak of in whispers—whispers you don't realize I can hear. I am the girl who stops all conversation when she enters a room. I am the girl with no face.
That's not entirely true, of course. I do have a face—everyone does. And yet, for me, no one does. My parents—Percy and Annabeth Jackson—do not have faces. My best friend, Michele Rush, does not have a face. My other close friends, Savannah Hibbert and Harmony Stamper, do not have faces. No one does.
I do not have a face. I do not exist to everyone else, everyone normal.
I am faceless because I am blind.
I am Andromeda Grace Jackson, and this is my story.
Sorry it's so short, but it's only the prologue. I'm working on Chapter one. Update will be coming—hopefully soon! Review and you get a virtual pound cake!
