Prologue/Introduction
What happens to half-bloods if they stay alive? This question lingers in the air, but no one has plucked it up to write a story about it.
Until now, that is.
There are many stories in this place. , a land where heaven and hell battle on to no end. Many of the tales in the Percy Jackson archives have to do with children of Percy and Annabeth, and how our beloved Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl lead perfectly normal, human lives, and they all live happily ever after.
That's not the real story.
You think that half-bloods train for years and years, and if they don't die before they come of age they suddenly become able to stop protecting themselves and live in a nice, cozy house in nowhere's ville? You must live in a nice world.
But in my world, the real world, things don't magically become perfect once the series someone is writing about you is finished; you put up a fight until the end.
So what does happen when a half-blood survives to the point of being an adult? There's no Camp Half-Blood for adults, is there? No. People are forced to face the world, and along with the world, they face the struggles of being chased and tormented by monsters and mutants for the rest of their lives. Not many half-bloods end up bearing children; would you inflict the same evil you endured on a defenseless, innocent child? Some do, but for the most part there are no "quarter-bloods".
These questions and more dance and float about in your mind. How do these people keep living? Why not commit suicide? How many adult half-bloods are there in the world? How many quarter-bloods? Do these guys stay on the run for the rest of their lives, or do they find one place and stay there forever?
All these questions will be answered in time. When the sands of the hourglass run out, that time will have arrived. There is not turning back, time has turned, and the fine grains of the sand slowly mark off the seconds...
Plink...
Plink...
Plink.
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Author's Note:
Okay, tell me every little mistake I made, in the most cruel way possible, so that I'll never make that mistake again. I don't want anyone's charity.
So please review, and spare us all your chatspeak, I do not appreciate your primitive, two-steps-backwards-in-history talk.
I apologize for the intense, mortifying shortness, I've just been really busy and it isn't even really a prologue... let's call it an introduction.
