Story time again! This is my first time publishing a story involving OCs so I hope I did well with that and keeping Hades in character. I tried anyway. Mostly this story was inspired because of a quiz I took that said my immortal parent would've been Hades so I decided to write myself as a daughter of Hades. Hopefully this won't bore anybody and maybe, I again hope, you'll get a few laughs out of it. Please review and tell me what you think about it. Anyway. Time for me to shut up so you can start reading.

Chapter 1

My name is Becca Fortuna, I'm 17 years old, and I, am a half-blood. Some of you may be wondering what a half-blood is. A larger portion of you probably think I belong in the nut house. For those of you that feel that way, you should find this story rather amusing. But, for those of you who actually believe me, I guarantee you this story is true. The problem is none of you have seen these events I'm about to describe for what they are because you mortal. I'm not. I'm a demigod. A half-blood. And this, dear audience, is my story...

My life has never been a tale for the faint of heart. Really I don't know of any half-blood's tale whose wouldn't be, unless we're talking about the children of Aphrodite. They've got it easy. Dashing good looks, able to attract the opposite sex with a mere glance, popularity, I could go on listing their advantages in life. My life's never been that easy because I've never had that kind of good luck. Ironic my last name's Italian for "fortune" don't you think? But I wouldn't want my life easy, ok admittedly sometimes yeah, but it's made me stronger for the journey ahead. By now you're probably wondering when I'm ever going to get to the point. Well, you see, being a half-blood has it's disadvantages as well at least when it comes to writing. The ADHD makes it hard to write this without jumping around to all different kinds of things. It can make focusing on the point hard when there's really so much to tell. The dyslexia would make this not even possible if I wasn't writing this in Greek. It's the other languages that confuse me. But Greek has made sense since the day I was born. And while I'm on the subject of being born I guess I really should be getting to "the point".

I was born in a little town in America near the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. My mother was an Italian immigrant who had moved to America in hopes of a better life. As for my father, we'll get to that a little later on. As I was saying, my mother and I lived together by ourselves, just the two of us. We weren't alone though. We had friends and family all around. Mostly because of my mother. As an Italian she could do pretty well in the social line. For me, it wasn't like that. Despite inheriting my mother's Italian heritage I don't get along well with people much at all and I never understood why, until later. But my mom, she had friends all over the town we lived in. And she had quite a few lovers as well. She was a very beautiful woman with long brown hair and knowing brown eyes, so it's quite understandable. But she just never seemed really happy with anyone she went with. I never really understood that at the time, because I would've loved having all the attention. It seems for me either I just didn't get out enough or boy s just didn't find me attractive. Probably the latter because they seemed to ignore my desperately shy glances. I- there goes the ADHD again. As I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself, about my mother, she's great. She's supportive and tries to do what she thinks is best for me. Sometimes she worries too much, but when she's angry, you'd better clear out. Italian passion is not to be underestimated.

I guess I really should mention something about my dad. I don't really know much about him. He left when I was a baby so I have no memory of him. I've learned more about him from googling mythology. Yes mythology, and no I'm not crazy. You see, my father was one of the gods from the tales of Greek mythology that we all thought were just legends. Well, I'm living proof that they're not legends. It's all real, very real. Most people can't see this as being fact because of the Mist, which I've been told is like a form of magic that blinds most mortals from the world of immortality. But if you're a demigod like myself, then you can see this and believe it. Hopefully though if you're a demigod your father isn't one of the Big Three. Mine is. And it makes me ten times more vulnerable to danger. Although getting myself killed wouldn't be too bad I suppose. On the bright side I'd at least get to meet my dad again. That's right. My dad is Hades, Lord of the Dead, and I am his daughter.