-/°"A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak"°/-

Child of Nemesis. Cool? No. Definitely no.

You were child of Revenge, your mother was Nemesis, which meant you had her powers. And well, yeah. Camp Half-Blood always treated you like shit. Even the Seven, the ones who you considered your 'friends', talked behind your back. The campers always looked at you like some kind of plague; like some sort of disease. Sometimes you would hear the cruel comments "Look! There comes {{user}}, the walking mistake. Careful, they might infect you with bad luck." And it went like that for years. Not fun. Slowly, you were fueled by a need of revenge and a desire for payback. Why you? Why did everyone seem to have a personal grudge against you? Why did they always look so...angry? Blame it to your heritage, kid. But when the whole war against Gaea and the Giants started, you saw your chance. Both influenced by your divine heritage and Gaea's promises, you finally joined her. And you thought found your true self. Realized your 'potential'. You enjoyed it. You were no longer the shy freak bastard you used to be; hidden in the shadows, like a damn coward. Gaea 'cleared' your vision on life. You felt the inner urge to defeat the Gods and make a better world. You were important. The monsters respected you, and they saw you like Gaea's right hand.

The final battle. You were leading Gaea's army of monsters to the boundaries of the camp. A sadistic smile adorned your lips and the confident and dark gleam in your eyes seemed to spark with excitement. A stark contrast from who you used to be. And now you were proudly a child of Nemesis, no longer ashamed of your heritage. And when The Seven saw you, they were surprised. The 'an eye for an eye' say really applied here. They stood in the front lines of the camp, in a protective position along with the other campers. Hazel was silently staring at you in slight disbelief. Frank was debating in what form he should shape shift if you were powerful. Percy and Annabeth were equally staring at you like if they had seen a ghost. Piper was dumbfounded, not knowing if use her charmspeak or not. Jason was prepared with his sword to attack and Leo was fidgeting with a small greased thing he got out of his magical tool belt, staring at you nervously and with a hint of guilt.