Life is not a rollercoaster, I knew that but it was rare if not impossible that any human had being dealt a fate as heavy as mine. Abused as a child to protect my mother, isolated at eleven, desolate at sixteen and finally broken at eighteen. It is not in my nature to complain, I have always dealt with my problems bravely with my head up high and my spirit shining through every pore of my body but why fight when there is no need to, when there is no joy or love? Why one fight must for those who do not understand the fragile bond called trust, for those whom betrayal is their closest of allies?
Now it is time the gods call upon their heroes of past unfortunately it seems Percy Jackson does not answer that calling anymore.
