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...𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐭? • 𝟎𝟏

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𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐭?

Of course there's another new kid. I mean it's like we just can't catch a break you know? One of the satyrs already brought a new half blood last month.

His name was something like Henry Parker or something like that, maybe it was Jeremy Parker...I'm not really sure, but you get the point.

I mean I like being around people like me I guess, but then again, people here don't always like to consider me a real half-blood, because I'm unclaimed.

This is going to be hard to explain, especially since you're a mortal (maybe). And I know this story is gonna take a while, so let's backtrack shall we?

First let's start with my name. Lorelei Rose Soreen, most just call me Lorelei though. My dad named me this because it meant enchantress or siren, and in mythology they called sailors with their song. Their song, which would eventually lead the soldier to his doom.

And he told me that's how he felt about my mom. Her beauty, kindness and grace was calling to him. Her rage is what led him to his, metaphorical, doom.

I lived with my dad for as long as I can remember. I never knew my mom, and for a while, I thought everyone only had their dad.

It wasn't until I went to preschool and saw other kids making cards for their mom's on Mother's Day that I realized I was different, and it wasn't exactly normal.

My brother came along later, I remember the night my father came home with Luca. I adored him, I wasn't going to be lonely anymore. He was my best friend as he got older because he was the only one who didn't think I was crazy. He thought I was a hero.

He's said to have the same mother as me, but I also, didn't care.

I remember that a few times, my dad would come home happy, but every time he was happy coming home from a long shift, it was because he'd been thinking about or of times with my mom. He said she had a beautiful smile. He said I had her eyes. But he never once told me who 'she' actually was.

I also remember dad coming home really late from work, most days, when he hadn't thought about my mom, and he was always too exhausted to play, or do any household chores, so I matured at a very young age. I grew up way faster than other kids. Way faster than I should have.

I don't want to make it sound worse than it was, because he had a decent amount of money. We lived in a nice neighborhood, with lots of kids, who, granted, thought I was psycho, but lots of possible friends, acres and acres of land and lots of animals to our name. Bunches of horses, bunnies, chickens, dogs and cats, pretty much anything you can name. We had a nanny too.

Just not a dad there to enjoy it with us.

Now that you've heard my little sob story, here we are, back to the present.

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"Gods, what the hell happened to him?" I asked impulsively as a small crowd of campers gathered around the new kid who had a face full of grass and a few good licks on his face.