Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. Wish I did though as I Love the greek pantheon of gods. Sorry, rambling a bit.
Let the story begin!
"It wasn't his fault you know"
He thought as he sat, watching the camp, sipping on some diet coke. "He couldn't afford to get close to them, remembering their names, being friendly. It was bad enough that his own kids were there.
"his father really outdid himself this time. -x- years stuck in this camp looking out for, and after, kids that for all intents and purposes are his family (and that's excluding his own children too).
"Watching them arrive, train, grow up, have relationships, get a quest, and die. (His own Family!)
"Never mind the fact that he can't even see his own wife more than twice a year if he's lucky enough to catch her before or after the solstice meetings, but to have to watch your children die right in front of your own eyes.
It's pure torture.
"It's sad that sometimes he feels as though his dear stepmother did all us gods a favor by pushing father dearest in to making those laws preventing the parents from having any sort of contact with their children outside of the claiming or the occasional quest.
It shouldn't have to be this way.
"Gods have it all indeed. (note the sarcasm.)
"And that is why, despite being a god, mr. D will continue to forget the campers names while Dionysus mourns their passing in silence. After all, if anyone can pull of having two separate personalities succesfully, who better to do it then the God of madness himself(?)."
He takes one last sip of his coke, spotting a new kid and a satyr stumbling through the barrier, rising as he does, his whispered words disappearing in the wind.
"Who better indeed."
AN; please don't flame. Constructive critisism is sought after and welcomed. Hope you enjoyed it.
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