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no one

I am none.

I mean, I have a name, but...

If you ask someone they probably don't know my name.

I am none.

I'm half blood.

I have been in the half-blood camp at the Hermes Pavilion for two years.

Some half-bloods don't even know that my divine father, Hermes, has already acknowledged me.

they do not care.

Although I did things.

I helped in the war.

I stole at least 50 swords from the monsters and gave them to a half-bloods.

The half-bloods who forgot about me.

Of course without gratitude.

I'm not asking for anything.

I'm just hoping for some attention.

And she doesn't come.

I am none.

My only friend is a dryad who lives in the forest.

She can't leave the camp, that's probably why she doesn't run away from me.

I eat breakfast on the side. as usual. The table of the Hermes booth is full as usual.

His children are supposed to eat at the table and if there is room left the half-bloods they didn't recognize can still sit there.

Of course they forget about me.

I sometimes wonder what would happen if I had a prophecy.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if some prophecy was about me

Would...someone perhaps have heard of me?

Or... maybe I would have continued to be nobody.

I finish eating and go to sword practice.

If there's one thing I'm really good at,

It's theft.

And immediately after that sword fighting.

I feel a stab behind me and fall forward. I smell... blood?

I feel dizzy.

I hear voices.

From what I understand, a stupid half-blood didn't pay attention to me and accidentally shot an arrow at me.

what a joke.

I will die because I was not noticed.

I see black.

I hope that at least the doctors will remember me.

but no.

I'm just another patient.

Just another corpse.

I'm dead.

When I wake up I see people in front of me.

I'm on trial.

They take one look at me and immediately decide that I am coming to Elysium.

"Why?"

"You have done more good things than bad things, and you have not been recognized in your life.

You will be recognized in your death"