By now I'm sure you've heard of half-bloods. At least, you think you have. The thing is, most of you have only thought of half-bloods as those who have a parent who is mortal, and one that is, well, not. You see, those are the half-bloods that get all the glory. They get stories, constellations, Disney movies. The rest of us get to be raised by those half-bloods.
Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Zoey, and I'm 15. My mother is a daughter of Athena, and my father is a son of Poseidon. For those of you who like math, this means that I'm a quarter god on each side, which technically makes me a half-blood. Technically. Most people don't think of it that way, or think about people like me at all. To be fair, there aren't that many of us. As you might know, bad things tend to happen to half-bloods. It's not anyone's fault, that's just the way it works. You learn to accept it early on.
So anyway, the other type of half-blood. My type. We still go to camp, in case you were wondering, and we still go on quests. Monsters seem to have a hard time sensing us. As far as powers go, we have the same abilities that our parents do, but they are only half strength. Making waves is hard for me, but ripples come easy. Sometimes, a ripple is all that's needed.
One more thing, before you read all about how I screwed up and almost took out the Texas panhandle. I do love my parents. I don't think that they and everyone like them deserves to be taken down a peg or two. I just got tired of being treated like I wasn't good enough. I snapped, and I am sorry.