I've followed them for years without them knowing. I've fought alongside them in battle without them once seeing me. I know all of their stories, everything about their lives, without having even introduced myself to them.
I know who my father is. I know who my brother is, my sister. I know why he doesn't talk to her. But why has he never said a word to me? Why hasn't he even claimed me, or sent me to Camp Half-Blood? Why does he force me to watch, invisible, as the two people I know would understand me most go through trial and trial over, in such small periods of time.
I don't hate half-bloods, as I thought I had, I realize as I stare up at the hills of Camp Half-Blood blankly. I've just been led to believe that they are the enemy because of my father, who forced me to watch betrayal after betrayal. Demigods who pretended to be friends, only to let my other sister die, to ignore my brother, to never accept him. But in reality, there was nothing Percy Jackson could do for Bianca, I knew this, and I knew he actually cared, and seemingly continues to care, for my brother. I never realized until I watched his successes, helped guide him through the dangers, undiscovered.
Really, it was my father forcing us through so much pain. Even he said that his half-blood children never have easy lives. It is his fault, he is the reason we go through so much, a curse our cousins do not see. It is our very birth, the reason for our living. Our sire.
Hades. You will pay for all the pain you have caused me, and my siblings.