The Son of Hermes (a Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 1: Me, a God's son, Sop kidding!

Hi guys, 

I'm a Percy Jackson fans and I absolutely adore Luke Castellan who had a good, pure heart before Kronos corrupted him. I know he died later on but here's something about his past, when he was nine and how he ran away. So here's my story. Hope you enjoy it. 

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Chapter 1

I sat at the dining table looking at Mom as she made chocolate-chip cookies, burning them, as usual. I stared at the smoking oven and at the picture of Hermes taped on the kitchen wall. The God has taken over Mom's mind and is the reason for her state. Sorry, did that sound bitter. 

"My boy, that is your father. Yes, that is him,"She said looking dreamy and maniacal,"You have his blue eyes. Beautiful, blue eyes. I was special, you see. They gave me a job. It did turn out well though. " 

I sighed, having heard the story all my life. I didn't understand what she was saying. I never had understood, in fact. All I knew was that she was part blind and a little crazy with bad cooking. I set down my half-eaten sandwich and went back to my room while Mom rambled on about her past life. 

Our house is big and old with a vast courtyard. It is the kind in which you would invite friends to play. Except for the fact that I don't have any friends. All scared from my mother, no doubt and maybe because of the trouble I have got myself into at school. I'm dyslexic, you see, and I also have ADHD because of which I'm not popular, to put it mildly. 

It's getting dark. I hate darkness because, according to myths it's the time when they are they are the strongest. By 'they',I refer to monsters. Nobody believes me when I tell them that in second grade, it was a huge dog, a hellhound, that attacked me, not a simple labrador. Naturally, the story adds to my unpopularity. I told Mom about the incident and the next day, she just went and got a huge bunch of monster stuff toys. She laid them out on the driveway and was like-"See, Luke, monsters sit at the drive all day without doing any harm, so, don't be scared little boy, don't be scared." 

Another reason why I hate the dark is Mom. She has these fits sometimes and it's always at night. Her eyes go green and shine like a pythons. She speaks stuff in a snake-like voice. She talks about my fate and says wierd things as though she has seen my future. During these episodes, she grabs my shoulders and shakes me like she's trying to explain something and then, she gasps and goes back to normal and doesn't remember a thing. Do you think that's spooky? Welcome to my world. It scares me worse than anything. 

Oh no! She's coming again and it doesn't look good.