I am the demititan son of Gaea.
Now that I've gotten that awkward introduction out of the way, I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but I think I can wrap them all up into one:
"Are you kidding me?!"
Well, no, I'm not. I sometimes – okay, most of the time – wish I was, and that this was all a dream and I would someday wake up in a small apartment with a normal family and a normal school life. Instead I find myself in the same bed in the same log cabin in the same forest on the same island in the same state…you get the picture. There is no changing my reality, though I often wonder if the gods could find a way. It's not like we're chummy and such, as with their own children, but trust me, we're acquainted.
Yes, I know about the demigods. I know about Percy Jackson and the war on Kronos, of Annabeth Chase and her Olympus designs, of Grover Underwood and how Pan chose him, of Rachel Elizabeth Dare and how she was chosen to become the next Oracle, and so forth. I know about Apollo's entrapment in mortal form and how he has to find the other Oracles on a quest (my big sister Rhea gave me all the details over a nice dinner in the forest...in a dream. Touching, really). Heck, I even know the biggest twist – the strawberries are just a cover-up. Poor things. They deserve so much better.
Before I find myself ranting about the unfair use of berries to hide an entire camp of powerful warriors, I'd better give you a little backstory…oh wait. You wouldn't happen to want the whole story, would you? Like, how I left the cabin and all that? Because it's not that interesting, really. I mean, there are giants involved. And the gods themselves. And cameos from some old friends of yours (yes, I'm well aware you all know their adventures. As fellow children of the gods and whatnot you've no doubt heard them told, no?).
Alright, I guess I've got nothing else to lose. Never had much to lose in the first place, save for my life, but that's not much here. If you want to ignore this and leave, keep believing that I don't exist, that's fine by me. I'm become used to being an unknown, endangered species (my father called me 'one in seven billion' all the time. Brought a nonexistent tear to my eye every time). If you want to hate me because, now knowing I exist, you believe me to be a traitor to the camps for not helping in either of the large battles that have shook America these past few years, then so be it. Hate is something I've prepared myself for.
For those of you still reading…I guess I've got some company for now. Okay, if you're willing, then, I suppose now is as good a time as any (great timing, actually, considering I didn't have to run into Apollo again. Thank you, Oracles) to tell you guys everything. I'll start my explanation in the one place where I could concentrate and feel like an average human being.
I'm starting in my bedroom.
Percy Jackson fanfic, YAY! I've always wanted to write one for this fandom, but I hadn't yet read all the books. Now that I've finally finished the entire series to date (including Kane Chronicles, though that won't be mentioned much in this story), I have the confidence and knowledge to work this through. The character of Aeneas has been an OC of mine for a while now. I tried to write a story with him before, but that was when Blood of Olympus had just come out, and I hadn't yet read the first Percy Jackson series (sue me, I deserve it). I know a lot of people will be turned off by the idea of putting in a titan child, but for those willing to stick it out, I hope you enjoy this little adventure.
Until the next chapter!