What of Thalia was not frozen in the tree but sleeping, stuck in dreams? what if through it all she was connected to one person.
What if everyone got to see Percy Jackson adventures before they even started. What if they were given the chance to wa...
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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
"I stand by that statement" Percy says, raising a hand while everyone from the current time and the wizards looked at her weird.
"She's a purest ugh why do you even care about her harry!" Hermione complained while pouting and crossing her arms.
"I'm sure she isn't I mean she's also not a half-blood, she's a muggleborn so maybe she is talking about something else?" Harry says as a question trying to defend the girl he was in love with no matter how much she would ignore and not even care for him. I mean she was just busy with planning pranks with the twins she's not trying to stay away from him right? Though he did see her make time to hang out with Luna and Neville, even Malfoy and Nott, but that doesn't mean that she was not also in love with him. At least that is what his mind was always telling him.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
"No it doesn't!" Hermione yelled while Harry made a face of agreement to what book Percy said.
"You're not even a half-blood how would you know you're a mud-muggleborn" Ron says in a condescending voice.
The pretty girl next percy glared at the two wanting to electrocute their asses but claimed herself down.
"Oh shut up you two honestly i mean she doesn't even talk to you so why are you bothered by her business when it's none of your concern." Ginny camlimy, though with the undertones relieving how pissed she was, told her brother and his friend. The girl they were being rude to was someone her girlfriend praised so she would not let anyone talk down to Percy no matter if Ginny knew much about her or not.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
My name is Percy Jackson.
"Perry Johnson" a gloomy boy whispered with a faint smile though Percy heard and looked at the boy. That's all she needed to hear to know that somehow she knew him in the future.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
