Oh lookie what I wrote at 2am. I hope you like it but if you find something wrong please tell me. I am happy to edit. This is my first fan-fiction so I'm a little confused but I'm getting the hang of it (hopefully.) Advice is all I need and good reviews to keep me motivated to keep writing. I will start to put funny stuff up here later but right now I am nervous times 100. Well enjoy the short prologue.
I grew up in the wild state of North Carolina by a lake in a huge forest with a huge family. I was my mother's only child but I was in the heart of all my family. With no father around the rest of my moved with us to keep us with a roof over our head. They would protect me against anything….almost anything.
They thought nothing would go after me if I stayed hidden in a mansion next to a lake. The only thing was that strange about my life back then was that my family stayed scared 24/7. Everyday I would be tucked into bed and hugged with the loving arms of my mother. I would stay up listening to her talking about what might happen to me in the night with my grandmother.
I would cry myself to sleep because they would say a lot of bad things might happen. The worst was that my father might come to kill me. The second was that I would die a death by a loved one. Little did I know that the words of my mother would be right someday.
That little 3 year old would soon be the most wanted by the Greek gods in just a few years time. If you thought your life was messed up try not being able to rest without a monster coming after you.
No not the fuzzy ones that look cute and haunt you from under your bed. These monsters can be 10 feet and have swords the size of you or bigger and weight 200lbs. They can be good and evil; by good I mean that they had all good thoughts by serving the gods. Evil monsters serve no one they go by what they feel like; if they are in for a good meal or not.
The monsters learn to fight before they can walk. They can battle 3 days straight before they get tiered. The worst and strongest come after me; or ones that want a good fight. Its amazing how I survived this long. All the times I almost lost but somehow the fates wont let me die yet.
The oracle told me one stormy day that my battle was still to come. That battle will tell everyone if I shall stay alive or not. She told me to stay strong and ready. My life would only get worse; the battles harder.
Half the time it seams like if I go to sleep I will wake up in the underworld. I think I'm losing my mind as I write this all down. I might as well get you all caught up; I have been writing and not telling you anything that make me…me.
My name is Halo Kartima; I am the 17 year old daughter of Jackie Kartima and the sun god Apollo.
I love the guy would swore to kill every last monster on earth to save me; his name is Percy Jackson. Percy Jackson is 18 years old and a son of Poseidon. The gods now hold him on second in the wanted list. All because he turned down a nice daughter of Athena for a wild girl that is wanted dead.
I care nothing for meadows; the more cover the better. Flowers are pretty but better left alone; you know the stories of them being re-incarnated satyrs. I think that is creepy and totally unbelievable.
I'm wanted for the killing of the guard of the underworld, but hey he will reform in a few years. I'm also wanted for…ehhhh…stealing a few god tools and trespassing onto god land. Nothing big though.
I might as well let you know me by telling you my story. Now where to start… How about the day my father came to claim my life? That will be 12 years ago.
