Demigod Reincarnated (PJO X TBATE)

I - In the end, it doesn't even matter

My name is Perseus 'Achilles' Jackson. Demigod daughter (you heard me, daughter) of Poseidon, god of the ocean and some other things I don't bother mentioning. If you question my name, my mom wanted to keep it even if I am a girl, because the hero had an happy ending. Anyway, my life was quite ordinary at the start. Or as ordinary as one could be with ADHD and dyslexia. Okay, let's not sugarcoat it. I was kicked out of six schools in six years. My father left before I was born. Grew up with an abusive stepfather, which ironically was the person who protected me from monsters who wanted to eat me. (Dont ask.) I had to watch my mother struggle to raise me, offering me tooth and nail to give me an ordinary life before my fateful departure to Camp Half-Blood.

Camp Half-Blood. The place my story truly started. The place where I met my friends. The love of my life. My mentor. A wine-obsessed god? Heh. But it was also the place of most of my hardships. The place where I watched so many kids die before my eyes. Where I was the centre of a prophecy that would either save the world or destroy it. A war. Then a second one where I lost my memories. I Trek through the literal depths of hell with my girlfriend. Discover my fear of drowning. Ironic, I know. All of that, and I wasn't even 18 yet.

Of course, other prophecies revolved around me, but I won't get into detail.

The only reason I suffered through all of that, was to protect those I cared about. My mother, friends, Annabeth, and my baby sister, Estelle. They said I would never get my happy ending. Die a hero's death. Well, they were right. My namesake didn't live up to it's purpose. I died a hero's death. Only after I had to watch every single person I love die before my eyes. I tried my best to protect them. Did everything I could.

In the end, it doesn't even matter.

All I could do was wait. Wait until the fates finally decided to cut my string. To put me out of my misery. To reunite with my loved ones in the afterlife. To relieve me of all this pain in my heart.

So after fifty years of suffering, I finally got what I wished for. Death. Death at the hands of Tartarus himself. Having heard of my endless suffering, he decided to do it himself. He understood what it was like to be alone. To wish for the suffering to end. He said he would grant me my wish for a single task. I help him restore his relationship with his sister, Nyx. The sight of the two deities hugging each other brought tears of joy to my eyes. It only made me feel a longing for my loved ones. He granted me my wish, a nice painless death after doing some heroic duties.

That is where I found myself at this moment. Waiting for my arrival at the underworld. Wanting to see my brooding uncle once more. This time not trying to escape his domain. Or fight him. Heh, some good times those were. For now, all I could do was watch a bright light shine in through a dark tunnel. It felt like I was moving at such a slow pace, I questioned whether I was moving or not.

I noticed the light coming closer and I awaited my arrival. For some reason, this place felt cramped, like the walls around me were closing in on me and then retracting. I closed my eyes as the bright light around me became unbearable. I tried opening my eyes, hoping to see the person I'm looking for or his wife. Instead, my vision of everything around me turned into a blur of bright red as sounds assaulted my ears. When I tried to say something, the only sound that came out seemed to be a cry.

The muffled voices became clearer and I made out a: "Congratulations Sir and Madam, she's a healthy girl."

...Huh

I guess normally, I should be thinking along the lines of "Shit, was I just born? Am I a baby now?"

But strangely, the only thought that seemed to pop up in my mind was, 'So the bright light at the end of the tunnel is the light coming through into the female vag...'