Prologue:
If you're reading this, then I'm probably either dead or not around to beat the shit out of you for reading this. It may seem like I'm a child of Ares, but no. I'm actually a child of Apollo, just a less chill, more freekish one. My half-sister Hayley Swan once compared me to a hurricane, and I have to say, she kind of has a point.
Anyway, the point is, if you're reading this, I'm probably dead, in which case read on, or not around to beat the shit out of you for reading this, in which case, stop before I come back and beat the shit out of you for reading this. Because I will.
Legal disclaimer aside, in the totally random coincidence that this gets posted to some website, blame Chiron. He likes to post stories about demigods to such sites so that other demigods can learn what not to do, and he probably got his hands on my journal, which is on my computer and password protected, so I don't know how he got it... maybe a child of Hermes helped him? Heck, I'm just guessing.
Anyway, let me back up a sec. First, let me say that being a demigod is no honor. If you think you might be one, run. Run far, far away. Forget you've read this. Heck, go take some memory serum from futuristic Chicago. (I'm obsessed with the Divergent movies). Do something, but don't ever decide that you are one. Just don't. Save yourself the trouble. Because being a demigod is a shit-storm.
Now, let me tell you that I was here for all of it; the second Titan war, and the war with Gaea. I saw so many people die: Bianca, Zoey, Castor, Lee, Beckendorf, Silena, Michael, and Luke, traitor though he was. And all that was just from the Titan War. From the War with Gaea, we lost several more, and Will and I needed all hands on deck in the infirmary for weeks.
About a month after the war with Gaea, my father sent me a dream telling me I could stop all of it, at least the bad stuff, from happening. I was like, hell yeah, I'll do it. Anything other than watch everyone else I know die. Unfortunately, that means altering the memories of everyone I know to make them think I was twelve at the start of all this, instead of fifteen, my current age, Apollo wanted to keep me the same for some reason, so that I'd be the same age as Percy, and could go to Yancey with him. I was like, yeah, sure. Fucking people up? That's a specialty of mine.
So Apollo zapped me back in time. When the dust cleared, I was in a room with a freckly, redhead I knew all too well. Nancy Bobofit.
a/n: So I'm taking on a new story, because I don't have enough going on right now. *sarcasm* This will be a ten-part story, so I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and while you're on this, please click on my profile; I've made a change that you need to read. Thanks and peace!
Hannah.
P.S. I'm gonna do this thing at the end of every chapter where I ask a random question about Rick Riordan's books. It can be any series, so that'll keep you on your toes. So, here's the first one:
Durring which Kane Chronicles book was Walt Stone introduced? (Shout-outs go to anyone who gets it right.)