We passed around the cup each of us drinking the…. Before I tell you what it is, I'll tell you what you're getting into. I'm Ignaea M. Rocque, my godly parent is Hecate, and my father, the mortal, is Alexander Rocque, Paleontologist. I know ha-ha, shut-up. Hecate's children are powerful. I'm on my mother's side for the war; I'm on the side of overthrowing Olympus, the side of evil, the side of Kronos. I am also the child of a forgotten prophecy, only known to Kronos' most trusted henchmen and me. It goes like this:
Blesses by a child of Hecate,
Olympus's hero will meet his fate,
Teaming with the maiden ladies,
Fighting with the child of Hades,
Dark magic will take its toll,
On both the sons that are named Stoll,
And only 3 will return,
From the land where bodies burn.
Pretty cool, right? Well, I know. So, how did this start? Well, let's start with when…I want to say it's when I got kicked out of school, or when I met Kronos, but I'm gonna' have to say it was the day I was born. I see the past and future, even though I'm not powerful enough to be the new Oracle. So close, but just not strong enough. Bested by a pathetic mortal. Rachel Elizabeth Dare. When Kronos gives me the permission…I WILL kill her. Back to when I was born, yes…I know, gross. But stay with me. It's not like I'm gonna give you the details of which I was conceived. So anyways, my father was so nervous that he started drinking. And then after I was born, he realized when Hecate said 'I can't stay with you, I have to go back to Olympus…' she was really saying, 'I'm gonna go get busy with some other mortal…take care of my kid. Or not…"
Since we haven't had issues, he stops drinking for a while, and then soon he's drinking again. He's not abusive…he's just a bad decision maker and role model when he drinks. The worst thing he said to me is making fun of my zillion freckles, and telling me to put a bag over my head. Oh, while I'm talking about freckles…I should describe myself. I've got black hair with red streaks gone wrong, as you know I have a gazillion freckles, a really straight nose due to breaking it multiple times. I'm average height, underweight (considered scrawny) from time spent on the streets without being able to expect more than a bag of sunflower seeds and I have an illegal tattoo of the sign I see on all statues in the city.
I'm mot Emo, or Goth I just wear black because I like to, and because it's harder to tell when it's dirty. So, I was in school after my dad and I argued the entire trip there, and I punched some 5th grader. She turned red and screamed "I'm telling, you FAT HEAD!" as a response. I was craving a fight, an insult something. But, no. Stupid ten year old. Soon, a teacher comes up to me, and asks me "what did I think I was doing punching an innocent fifth grader? Blah blah?" I told her "I was letting out my aggressions on her face." She didn't believe me even though she CLEARLY saw me do it, and now I'm in the principal's office.