I DON`T OWN PERCY JACKSON OR 98% OF THESE CHARACTERS

Prologue

My name is Hadrina. I`m a very rare, kind of person. Not just the child of a single demigod, but of two. I have only one brother, no sisters. I take after Father, while my brother takes after Mother.

I have charcoal hair with scarlet highlights and small gold specks, crimson eyes with metallic specks, and light, pale skin. My brother has jet hair with deep sea green eyes and pale skin as well.

Like my father, I have a curse. If I touch someone, bare handed, they burn up and die. The only good thing about that curse is that if I'm hurt, I can just touch a monster and I get healed. The other one is that if you look into my eyes, you will feel pain, loss, sorrow, hopelessness, hunger and thirst. Few can survive through this longer than a minute, but in the end, they all die. The plus on that one is that it's easy getting information from people.

My brother on the other hand, has two curses. They are that he has no warmth to his body and simply almost no emotion at all. He doesn't even feel pain.

For example, when he was only 5, he fell out of a 10 foot tree, gotten up, walked, or you could say, limped to the house. He had 2 broken ribs, a shattered foot, broken arm, busted up hands, and was bleeding from his head. He was disappointed for not being able to see the gash on his forehead. He grinned when Dad had to re-break his foot.

Then one day, a year before World War II, they sent us to Camp Half-Blood to be trained for a summer. Conditions were that if we didn't like it, we didn't have to go again. We stayed in our mother's cabin.

It was in the middle of summer, when I felt it. It was like a dark blanket had been wrapped around me. I couldn't talk or move, it was difficult to breath. I looked at my brother, knowing he felt it too.

Our parents were dead. We were all alone. I, being the oldest, had to look after him. Mostly everyone else hated us. I guess you can pin point the blame on my dad or more likely his father. And as an added bonus, a great prophecy was delivered.

The gods thought it was about me or/and my brother.

A half-blood of the eldest gods (They thought it could mean more than one)
Shall reach sixteen against all odds (I had six years left)
And see the world in endless sleep.
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.
A single choice shall end his days; (Maybe my brother)
Olympus, to preserve or raze.

The gods decided to change us, knowing that if they did, it guaranteed the preservation of Olympus. They made us more powerful.

Then right before my 15th birthday, I went on a quest with my team. It was made up of three people, and my brother. We never came back. Some say I ran away. Others, a monster took me.
One guy says the Olympians changed their minds, and destroyed me and my brother.

I have been gone for approximately 54 years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 3 days.

But now I'm back. Alone. And I want answers.

My name is Hadrina. I'm around 79 years old. I am the granddaughter of Poseidon and Hades. I am out for blood, and no one will stop me. No one will get in my quest for answers, and I will obtain them, even if it means me staying in Tartarus for the rest of eternity.

I want answers, and you're going to accompany me on this journey.

The gods may try and stop me from writing this, so I'll have to hurry. Don't let them stop you. I'm not going to let them stop me. You all need to know, what they did to me and my brother.

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