What is fate?
People mostly say that it's the force that predetermines events and outcomes. You could say that it's half-correct.
Others call it a conspiracy. That's not entirely wrong either.
Disbelievers, on the other hand, say that it's just a bunch of 50% Minotaur.
I've seen Fate work in my life. I've witnessed everything fall into place all according to the results it expected. But even so, I can't help but agree with the disbelievers.
With good reason, of course. For us half-bloods, ever since we've learned about our godly heritage, we've been forced to study Ancient History, Greek Mythology, and everything else in between. Apparently fate is 'Fate' with a capital 'F'. You see, I've been dealing with big fat F's ever since I started elementary, and one thing I can tell you about them is that they're not something you'd want to encounter. Ever. The same rule goes in this case, except that it's more severe than just bad grades, and in a literal sense. It's like this everytime: In the very important part of our very impotant quest, everything goes horribly wrong. Somehow we'll manage to barely pull through, almost dead, and the prophecy gets fullfilled like it's all according to plan. Like it didn't just jeopardize everyone's lives and the rule of Olympus. I would've punched the Fates if they weren't so scary.
Calm down, dump the thought. I hope the all-powerful daughers of Ananke didn't notice the malicious intent of a certain son of Poseidon. That would really not be good.
"Are you sure you got the right address, kid?" That must be my cue.
"Yeah. Here, keep the change."
The taxi driver was still skeptical about dropping a teenager off in the middle of nowhere, but all doubts were washed away when I paid the fare.
It was a good long walk off-road until I finally reached the trademark pine tree overlooking the hill. Winter break is over and I'm back here again: The place where dyslexic demigods like me with a serious case of ADHD gather, honing our skills until the time comes that we have to fight for our very lives — which, by the way, happens way more often than we'd want to.
I felt a chill run down my spine as the cold winter breeze touch my skin. After inhaling the nostalgic scenery before me, I started to head for Camp Half-Blood.
"Home sweet home."
For my first work, this one is done pretty half-arsed. I'm sorry if it looked like it came out on a spur of the moment, because it did. Anyway, I'm not quite satisfied with the way I did my first chapter, but believe me when I say that you'll really come to enjoy this story. It's only the beginning. I've yet to accomplish anything spectacular, but I'm gonna be pouring my passion in every chapter that I write. If you appreciate my plot, I'll update as fast as I can without sacrificing quality (my level of quality, anyway), so I hope you look forward to it.
Oh yeah, the part of the summary that I left out: This story is set in a parallel universe, taking place months after the Second Titanomachy, where Zoe didn't die and Annabeth is just a friend. Percy's Curse of Achilles had been removed for the sake of convenience.