Soul Mates – is someone you have a very deep connection with. It is not always easy to explain. It's a meeting of mind, heart, body, and soul on the highest of levels. The first time seeing each other, the whole world falls apart around you. You become the only two people around, while the first time you touch, a small spark passes through you, filled with a feeling of peace at last.

Everyone has one, but not everyone find each other. I beg to differ. I doubt I have a soul mate. I've lived over 300 years now, and never once have I had a hint of a soul mate. I know, the Fates are cruel.

I was born in the 1930's, had my mother killed by Zeus as he amid to kill me and my sister, stuck in a hotel and casino that slows down time, got out of said hotel and casino only to find out eighty years has past, lost my sister a week after that, ran away only to end up in a maze that most people lose their mind in, lived on my own for a few years, helped the guy I like become invincible to fight in a war by having him swim in a river that normally kills anyone that jumps in, got my father to join me in said war, shunned by a camp that excepts all demigods, brought a sister I didn't know I had back to life, sucked in Tartarus to find the Doors of Death before being forced into a bronze jar with little air by giants, watched the guy I like and his girlfriend fall into Tartarus, force to come out the Cupid and a demigod, helped close said Doors of Death, took the Athena Parthenos to the camp that shunned me, almost killing myself in the process by turning into shadows, fought in a second war right after dropping off the statue, turned into a few plants in between everything that was going on, and all this happened before I turned fifteen.

Now I know what you are going to say, I still have the rest of my life to find my soul mate, but remember, I said I've lived over 300 years. All that might have happened before I was fifteen, but my father took pity on me and turned me immortal.

I watched my only living sister have a child with the love of her life. Watched as said child grow up and have their own children. Watched as my sister and everyone I helped out in both wars dead and be reborn countless times, watching them grow up again, to see them smile, cry, frustrated, and fall in love over and over again. More often than not, they found their soul mates in each new life.

So now tell me, are the Fates fair? Have I not suffered enough, helped save the world, when I could have easily just walked away? Am I not allowed to have something good happen to me, just once? Just a glimpse of someone that could love me, even if it's only for a minute? I will be content in knowing that I had a soul mate and just never meet them, then to find out I never had one to begin with, though I gave up a long time ago looking for my soul mate. Probably even before my sister even got married.

Even though they have all died, I make sure to visit and watch over them in each and every new life. Even though none of them remembers me, or anything from their past life, I still want to be around to see how they stay the same or the change between each life. To see the hardships they face, the friendship they gain. I want to be there to see it all.

Like my sister, she's always caring in each of her lives. Or the guy I had a crush on, has died the most out of all of them. How the best healer at camp when I was still a demigod, has been a doctor, or nurse something along the lines of healing people, in almost each and everyone one of his lives. Or the girl that could Charm Speak even the gods, has been to jail in three out of seven lives. How about the guy my sister fell in love with, has been a demigod in more lives than I wish upon anyone?

Now, I bet you are wondering why I never say any of their names. You would ask if I even remember them. And the answer is yes. I know each and every name they've had. I know when each of them were born and when they died. The reason I don't call them by their names is a very simple answer; I want to remember the good times, and not be stuck remembering the tragic, the pain, and sometimes the horrors that comes up when I call them by their names. I want to be close to them, but I also must keep my distance, so neither of us are thrown into pain and chaos. That's why I only visit them a few times throughout their lives.

I try to visit when they turn three; the guy I had a crush on has had a hard time living longer than that in some of his lives, once they turn twelve; in case they are demigods, when they turn sixteen, when they get married or turn third-one; the girl who lent me strength during the second war has a 50% chance of marriage in each life, when they have any child, and lastly when they are on their death bed.

Right now, I am visiting the reincarnation of the guy with a scar above his lip. He's turning twelve today, and will be the first time I meet him. I couldn't make it when he turned three. That was the day my sister's reincarnation was on her death bed.

I haven't gotten much information on him because of that. It doesn't seem like he's a demigod, but I could be wrong. I have been before. I think I will just give him some mortal money as a gift, just in case though. He can spend it on whatever mortals spend money on now and days, or if he's a demigod, he can use it for transpiration for a quest. A win, win if you ask me.

I step out of the shadows right next to his party. It's not very big, two friends, his mother, and himself, but they all seem to be having fun. I normally just drop the present off, retreat back into the shadows and watch from a distance, but as soon as I laid eyes on him, my chest tightens, and I feel a little safer, a little warmer. Which is odd, as he is only twelve, and I'm immortal.

He turns around, as if sensing me there, and our eyes meet. Electric blue against raven black. In that moment, everything around me becomes background noise, with only him as the focus. I can't tell if I should run or not. I feel safe, but I know this can't be real. The Fates can't change their mind after all these years. This must be a sick joke to them.

The guy takes a step towards me, and the spell is broken. Sounds, color, light and shadows all come rushing back. I can't stay here. I drop his gift, and run away as fast as I can, until I know no one is watching so I can shadow travel.

A few days later, I've calmed down from the encounter, father asks me to deliver something to Camp Half-Blood. Now, I bet you are wondering why I still follow orders if I'm immortal. The thing is, that's all I am. My father could make me immortal, not a god. For that I would have to have the Olympic Council to agree on it, and we all know they would never let a son of Hades have that kind of gift. Think of me like a Hunter of Artemis, just without the dying in battle part.

Yes, I get a few perks that gods have, but nothing that would make me a god instead of immortal. One such power is that I can change me age at will. It's helpful when I visit a reincarnation, so they don't get suspicious if they see me.

I chance into a fourteen year old, just like I was before becoming immortal, before heading off to Camp Half-Blood. I haven't talked to Chiron lately, so I decided after I drop off the package I would stick around of a little bit. Of course, the Fates think it is funny watching me squirm. As soon as I step out of a shadowy corner inside the Big House, he is standing there. The reincarnation of the guy with a scar above his lip.

Everyone in the room turns to face me. I can't tell you how long we all stood frozen. It was finally broken when he spoke. "Hey, aren't you the guy that crashed my party a few days ago? How are you older?"

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What am I going to say? That I was only following you because you are a reincarnation of someone I knew? Lie and say I've never seen you before?

He breaks the awkward silent again. "I think we are soul mates, but neither of us even know each other's name. You left become we could even talk. I'm Jason Grace."