The sun is down. Darkness is everywhere. You are basking your face in the moonlight alone.

You are dressed in black, and the freezing night wind is toying with your raven hair. You look out of place in the sea of red flowers, yet this is one of the few places where you feel that you belong.

You are deep in thought although you feel tired. Your brows are creased. The only thing you wish to do is to lie down and forget about everything. But you cannot do so.

You are the only person in this large field of poppy, yet you are not the only soul around. You have commanded them to leave you alone, but they would not. They would sneak in and report every single thing to your father.

There is no way for you to cry as loud as you want without anybody knowing. The ghosts would come. Those vile spirits, who are cunning and desperate to win your father's favour.

There is no moment where you can pretend you never had such a life. No matter how hard you try to push everything aside, it would still come back to you. The pain. The worry. The silent suffering.

There is not a way where you can push the burden aside. The burden. The burden that many others had before you. The burden of being a child of Hades. The burden of being your father's child.

Funny how people always judge you before they even meet you. They judge you based on your background. They judge you based on your father's reputation. Of all things they judge you on, they never judge you on your own true self.

This bitter suffering is extremely tiring. You wish that you had a normal family. Yet, however much you hate this life, deep inside you love your father. You are proud of him. You are proud of those before you, who had endured through this unfairness. Surely they are better and stronger than children of Zeus and Poseidon. For you and your kind have gone through the relentless suffering and survived.

The child of the god of the dead is lonely. Everywhere you go, people fear you. It does not matter if they are humans, half-bloods or gods or ghosts. It does not even matter if they animals or monsters or nature spirits or satyrs. They all fear you, regardless their species.

You have no friends. You are always alone. You live alone, fight alone, eat alone. You suffer alone. Yes, father is always there watching you, trying to help, but even he cannot do much.

For this is your life. The life of a half-blood. Your immortal parent cannot help you. It had always been the unwritten law of Olympus, and it would always be.

Really, your father is not exactly part of Olympus. He does not belong, just like you. This being so, why are you still being expected to obey the laws of Olympus, the laws of the people who cast you away?

You laugh at the irony. But the truth remains. You are alienated. They will always look at you with disgust, with contempt. You can see it in their eyes, their expression and their behaviour. Their attitude towards you is so...horrible. You cannot describe it. Everytime something like this happens, you would try your best to controll your tears.

You are your father's son. That is your fate. Nothing can be changed.

The only thing you can do...

Is nothing.