𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁

𝗼𝗻𝗲

╰┈➤𝖨 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖺𝗅𝗀𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋.

Poseidon looked towards Aquila who silently asked if he knew who she was as he quietly explained that they were given a letter explaining a bit about Perseus and who his mother is. 

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

"Half blood?" Lily asked as she introduced herself.

"Half god, half mortal." Apollo explained.

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. Added onto the fact I'm the heir to most ancient and noble house of Black, well you get the idea.

Aquila's eyes went wide before turning to Regulus, "If they so much as think about they will soon learn why the Black's are known for their madness." A dangerous glint in her eyes as Regulus nodded alongside bringing out his wand to inspect it shifting through his mind for the curses they could use.

Poseidon held a death grip on his trident he knew the fate of demigods but it didn't hurt any less espically when they were your children the pain just lessened over the years until he became numb to it.

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.

"What if we become a myth one day." James whispered to Sirius dumbfounded.

"Then it would be a grand myth." Sirius exclaimed trying to take a glance at his sister.

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 Perseus Black. 

"Why Perseus?" Sirius asked.

Remus turned to his boyfriend and sighed, "In the Greek stories Perseus was the only one known for a happy ending I'm guessing that is why."

Zeus started grumbling about how Poseidon's son was named after his.

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. 

"That must be a muggle school!" James exclaimed as Aquila almost went pale at the thought.

Why would she of all people put her son in a muggle school?