Chapter 2: Luke
Still holding onto this story? Wait for the consequences. Don't say I didn't warn you. That is, only if you're a half-blood. Are you a half-blood? Good question.
Being a half-blood is the worst thing in the world. And the best. It means you get to have Greek/Roman gods and their minions trying to murder you at every second of your life just because they don't like you. Fun huh? Totally. If you have been kicked out of a lot of schools, blown up quite a few things, and/or excelled in Greek and Latin, then you're most likely a half-blood. Or you have serious issues. I'm hoping you have serious issues, because being a half-blood sucks. I know my dad, Percy, Uncle Jason, Aunt Piper, Uncle Leo, Aunt Reyna, Uncle Frank, Aunt Hazel, and my Mom, Annabeth, made it seem like a walk in the park, but it's not.
By the way, my name is Lukas Charles Jackson.
Also known as the best half-blood and most spectacular person in the universe.
But you can call me Luke. I'm 14. I was named after a traitor . He tried to kill my father, Percy, throughout his whole, wonderful life. But when he died, he told my mother, Annabeth, he loved her like a sister. I would have liked to meet him. But he's dead. I was also named after a hero. He was a great blacksmith and silversmith. But he's dead too. But I could go to the Underworld...sorry I'm ADHD. And dyslexic. Those are other signs that you could be a half-blood.
If you are like what I described, PUT THIS BOOK DOWN NOW. (Back to square one!)
