Denounced
Dear Father,
I am done. I have known I was a half-blood for ten whole years. Since I was eight! But now when I get a stupid quest, you bother to claim me.
I have to admit you would have been my last guess. I'm not like my siblings. I still have trouble with the word siblings because you took eighteen years to claim me.
I don't even know how to shoot a bow. I prefer a sword. I'm no sunny, happy person. I'm not a healer or a poet. I'm not a musician.
In fact if you took a quick look at me, you would even know I was your daughter. Is that why you stupidly took your time to claim me? You thought I was a Daughter of Ares?
I doubt it. You're all knowing, after all. So, why did you ignore me? I saw almost every one of my siblings claimed without even knowing it. Why ignore only me?
People call your children wimps. They're right. You and all my so-called siblings shoot and shoot, but once they empty their quiver they turn useless.
I wanted to be an Ares kid. They fight. Really fight, not wimpy shooting.
And what happened to the whole claim at thirteen thing? I don't know about you, but I don't think I look thirteen.
You're no better than all those mortal parents. You come up with excuses for not being around. You forget about me. I hate you!
So we come to the topic of my quest. Great prophecy by the way. Not.
I'm sure you know what it was, so I'll skip telling you the prophecy. Basically I had to kill the Nemean Lion.
Great choice. Do something that's been done twice. By Heracles in ancient times and by Percy Jackson a few hundred years ago. I feel so special. Not.
I come back after succeeding at my stupid quest, to get claimed by none-other than you. Why couldn't I have a godly parent who cared?
So, Apollo, consider yourself denounced. I don't even know you, why should I call you father?
- Keira, Daughter of no one