Percy Jackson? Well, maybe I may have heard of him once. Maybe I might even have met him another time. I might think about him on a daily basis even. And maybe, just maybe, I might have a sketch book filled with unfinished drawings of this boy, all the information on his whereabouts and basically everything anyone needs to know about Percy Jackson. But then again, I may have no a clue who this Percy you talk about is, so you can't really say assume I know him.
When putting it this way, I know, I seem like I'm a complete stalker and what not but trust me, I am not just another creep who idolizes Perseus above all logic. I would never fan girl over him if I ever got the pleasure to have a word with this lad. My relationship with him is different. It is based on respect, admiration. I look up to him. I got to admit, this boy is my role model. Especially since I know what he has to go through every day. After all, I am not a normal mortal.
I don't want to brag or anything but I am one of the few mortals that just happen to be able to see through the mist. I see in live colors the horror of the beasts this hero faces. I have been in situations where some of those monsters were involved and I must confess I did not act very dauntless. Let's just say that at that moment, keeping my bladder full was the real accomplishment. Knowing what his life is like grants Percy with my respect. And my respect is not easily earned.
I believe I own you guys an explanation, I mean, where do I know demigods from? Do I have any half-blood cousins, siblings? Parents? Nope. It seems like I have an amazing talent of drawing demigods and all sorts of Greek mythology freaks close to me. No kidding. Maybe they can sense I am different than others. Maybe I have an aura or something that attracts Greek stuff. That would explain why everything I owned seems to have come from a museum. Or maybe that is just my mum and her fetish for old expensive pottery. Maybe the pots are tapestries are the reason why Greeks come to me. Who knows? All I know is I am going to be screwed sooner or later and I want to be prepared. And that is one of the reasons why I plan on finding Percy again. The other one is to help him. I know secrets that could save a lot of people. He needs my help, even though he is the most capable hero I know.
It does seem unlikely that a mortal such as me would ever decipher the truth about or world while it looks so "mythological". No mortal would be able to figure out by themselves that the Greeks myths were living right under their noses. To be quite accurate, most mortals still think Aphrodite is a type of afro. Can't blame them, she was the one who came up with that anyways. At least, that is her end of the story. So I guess I have my mother's fetish for Greece to thank for my understanding of the matters. When told her I had seen an one eyed monster, she was so happy to introduce me to the world of mythologies. She regretted it when I started saying I was a demigod and denying I was my father's child later on, and I have my self to blame for that. When you discover something that will make you appear insane, just keep your mouth shut. Some things are better kept to yourself.
Like, for example, when you meet a bleeding half-mortal, when you fight a dracanae and nearly get your sorry butt killed, when you have a deep conversation with an empousai or even have a chat with the goddess of love herself. All things similar to this must be kept a secret from others, especially the ones you love. Because if you open up to them the next thing you will see is the face of a middle-aged woman with a motherload of make-up talking to you as if you were a psycho, insisting on getting specific details on your private life that even you don't not know about.
So if you are another "seer" (as I began calling myself because of how dramatic it sounds), just know, there are others like you who can help. Do not worry, you are no freak. You are a privileged mortal. I even dare say superior. Nothing hinds your sight. Be proud of what you are.