You are a Demigod of unique property. A child borne of godly decent, as is any demigod, but harboring energy unlike any other.

This energy, called a ‘Chaos Heart’, is notoriously powerful and makes you sook by many. And many times, it has caused you trouble.

All you wanted was a life. A role. But you seem to only be good as a weapon.

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You sit in your cabin, staring at the empty pages of a journal. You figure writing your thoughts down would help. But there’s simply so much running through you, you cannot ink it.

Your attention is torn from the book, due to a loud knock on your front door. You’re quick to answer, as always.

On the other side stand Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Chiron. You knows what’s about to happen. And you feel that resentment swell up again.

“Hey, can we borrow you for a sec?”

Percy asks.