Hi. I'm v sorry. But, heres a fic! This will be updated eradically. Sorry
Oh, and I'm genderfluid. She/They/Xie.
If you don't like that, kindly fuck off.
I don't really know how I got myself in this situation. But I guess I'll roll with it. It's not like I have a choice.
I should probably back up. Though you definitely don't want to know what happens.
I'm Jaya Elodia Asturia. But you will me El. But anyways, I'm a witch. And a daughter of Apollo.
Surprise.
And since you're surely all clamoring to hear my tragic backstory, here's a rundown of my short life.
I killed my mum at age 9.
My dad kicked me out the same year.
Got to camp at 10 after 2 months on the streets.
Left camp after killing that bigoted prat Elliot at the tender age of 12.
Was immediately pelted by 2 years worth of letters to Pigfarts,
(I stank of owl droppings for days)
Stowed away on plane to the Uk, went to Pigfarts and wreaked havoc for a year, and made an enemy.
Actually, four arrogant, preening and pigheaded enemies.
The Marauders.
Bye!
