p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"strongemspan style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"Prologue/Extended Summary/span/em/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"Ever since the Giant War, things have been going wrong. It wasn't until Paul told me that I realized the Mist was down. Well, he didn't tell me, exactly, it was more like I was attacked and he didn't see me fighting a poodle or an old lady or whatever it was mortals saw. He saw the monster for what it was. An empousa, and her pet hellhound. I looked into it. Apparently, while the rest of the seven were fighting the shadow-ey dude at the doors of death, Hecate lost her ability to control the Mist. The dude just sucked it up. The mortals found out about the godly world. They all had different opinions about it. The world was divided. There was the group that thought demigods wanted to kill mortals and were dangerous. There was another group who thought that the demigods were to be pitied. And then there were the ones who wanted to be demigods. Very few people thought "Meh". Those were the clear-sighted mortals and unclaimed demigods. The gods wanted us to complete our education. Almost all of the demigods got in and out without being found out. Somehow, Clarisse kept her temper in check. I know, it was a miracle. Latin became a mandatory class. I graduated high school and then college. Almost all demigods became Latin teachers… Me, included. We wanted to teach the mortals about our world so that they wouldn't be afraid. We hoped that maybe, just maybe, the mortal and godly worlds could co-exist./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"Ever since the Giant War, things have been going wrong. It wasn't until Paul told me that I realized the Mist was down. Well, he didn't tell me, exactly, it was more like I was attacked and he didn't see me fighting a poodle or an old lady or whatever it was mortals saw. He saw the monster for what it was. An empousa, and her pet hellhound. I looked into it. Apparently, while the rest of the seven were fighting the shadow-ey dude at the doors of death, Hecate lost her ability to control the Mist. The dude just sucked it up. The mortals found out about the godly world. They all had different opinions about it. The world was divided. There was the group that thought demigods wanted to kill mortals and were dangerous. There was another group who thought that the demigods were to be pitied. And then there were the ones who wanted to be demigods. Very few people thought "Meh". Those were the clear-sighted mortals and unclaimed demigods. The gods wanted us to complete our education. Almost all of the demigods got in and out without being found out. Somehow, Clarisse kept her temper in check. I know, it was a miracle. Latin became a mandatory class. I graduated high school and then college. Almost all demigods became Latin teachers… Me, included. We wanted to teach the mortals about our world so that they wouldn't be afraid. We hoped that maybe, just maybe, the mortal and godly worlds could co-exist./span/p