The Siren God

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
My name is Casper Sorrow, and I died.

When I died during my last moments, I didn't pray to any godly being or whatever mumbo jumbo
Controls the universe to resurrect me, and besides, it wasn't what I expected either; my death was quite
common...my final moments were just simple, no truck like in most anime or novels, obviously no saving
anyone just because I saw them once... My final moments were just common for people in my condition
anyways, a ruthless cancer that ended my short run.

The point is that since I was a teenager, I always knew I was going to die young; living in the hospital
most of your life to prolong a pitiful painful existence makes your destiny clear from a young age.

But even with a life filled with a crappy mother and a good chunk of medical experiments,I couldn't
complain, well...I could, but that ain't gonna solve shit, so I didn't have any regrets in the end, and with
that resolve, when i felt my life fading away, I welcomed the eternal embrace of the sweet darkness of
death with my open arms, or...At least that's what I thought so.

You see, instead of dying...dying like I expected, something strange happened, one moment I stopped
breathing, and the next I felt like I was being crushed or rather squeezed,and the first thing that went
through my mind was that it couldn't be normal, but... then again it's not like I was expert on drying, this
was,after all,my first time drying, so maybe this was what it felt like to die?

"Chloe! You must push!" A not at all familiar voice said with concern, leaving me to wonder for a second
what she meant by push... Ohh... fuck.

It took me two seconds to realize what was happening; not only had I died, but I was now being
reincarnated, and while many would surely freaking out about fact of being a newborn, I was... intrigued,
not like my panic could do much right now besides making people believe I am throwing a tantrum. Oh
well, if god wants to screw with me being a baby, at least I ask to be healthy, I do not want to be a sick kid
again.

And who knows, maybe this time I'll have parents who are present in my life, it'll be interesting to
experience that.

Timeskip

It took my new mother eight hours to push me out and two to get rid of me; that's a personal best; maybe
next time I reincarnation, I can be an abortion and break my record.Anywho, at least I know her name,
which gives me some clues as to who am I; chole was her name, meaning Blooming; I wonder if i have to
fill in some stereotypes now. Ohh, maybe I can still use my old name, yeah that would work but I can
change my last name Casper Contos, Contos... haha, it would be hilarious; I would have my own theme
song.

Anywho, without a mother or a father, I was left in a very... VERY creepy catholic orphanage, so...

the odds of getting molested are very high, so... at least one thing is for sure, from this point on, life will
only go UPWARDS!.

[Ten years later]

I gotta stop saying shit... MAYBE I'LL HAVE PARENTS, LIFE CAN ONLY GET BETTER, it's like the
universe likes to fuck with me, I mean besides the fact I am VERY healthy now, which if the power that
reincarnated me is reading my inner thoughts I must say thank you, everything else is crap.

Not only was I abandoned, which I wouldn't really care much for it... If it wasn't for the fact where my
mother dropped me, aka molesting town...which I had escaped a year ago.

You know it surprisingly easy to survive on the streets as a kid with the brains of an teenager, anywho, not
only I was abandoned, but apparently I was an idiot now, like I know I wasn't a genius before, but fuck
cocking damn it, I can't even read now... like it takes me a looooot of time to read something, and to top
that shit, I have the attention span of a brainless fly; literally I can't keep my head on one one task for
more than two seconds.

"Lets see the pros and cons," oh yeah, the pros and cons, something I would do daily to keep my upbeat
attitude, which I am not going to lie was getting harder and harder by the second, "I am healthy, but
apparently I am an idiot now, my attention span is very short, and I might have dyslexia, and I live in a
dumpster so... Meh, fuck it, still beats being sick with money," what can I say I am easy to please,"And
risking my life getting worse, I will say, things can only get better from now on!"

[1 YEAR LATER]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, I teased the murphy law with my positivity, and the universe winked at me
and slapped my Ass,and the worse part was that I didn't see that shit coming, I mean not like it came, one
day I was reading about Greek Mythology in the library nearby the park I was living in,trying to
understand more about my people, cause I am greek now, and the next thing I know is that a big ass
monster is chaseing me, hurray.

The monster looked like something straight out of a... Greek book, huh I can see a pattern there, "Don't
run little demigod, let me bite your head off!"

And... that answers my question, alright you won Mr. Universe, you can take your metaphorical dick out
of me now, thank you, "I rather not, besides I am not a balanced dinner!" I shouted at the monster as I ran
like an OLYMPIC athlete... don't judge me for that pun, I might die soon.

It took me eight hours and ten minutes to lose the monster; apparently, if you smell like shit, they can't
chase you, so I jumped into the sewers and hid and while I meditated about what had just happened,

and how to deal with it, I started to cry, not out of fear, but out of stress, so far everything life had thrown at
me was easy to solve, but monsters?

At least now I know why my mother wasn't in the picture, Olympian rules, oh, right many might be
wondering how did I come to that conclusion, well, the answer is quite simple, it was thanks to the
monster, and before I hear the cosmos say duh, it wasn't just because he called me a demigod, that was
just a part of it, adding the fact I have severe dyslexia, ADHD and somehow I ran for hours even though I
live on the streets and my nutrition is not exactly good, made the answer simple, I was a demigod, but not
in any world, I was one on the world of percy Jackson.

I know many in my position would be elated to have this opportunity to have untold powers at the tips of
their hands, but not me; I didn't want to be a half-blood. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most
of the time, I already had a crappy life; I don't want another, I don't need a pair.

Alright, "I sighed with a smile on my face, "the time for whining is up; now it's time to find solutions,"
But nonetheless, I was going to make this second chance at life worth it.