Half-blood Series: The Battle of the Demigods

PROLOGUE

Is being alone really this bad?

A random thought occurs in my head. I have been alone for almost 17 years already and I don't have any microscopic idea of who my parents are. I am just a nobody who is struggling in life, trying to escape from the cage of darkness, and no one helps me but myself alone.

How I wish I was somebody's son. Son of the President? Businessman? Billionaire? 

I don't care if who they are, as long as I have a mother and father by my side, it is already enough for me.

But why don't I have one?

For 17 years of my existence here in this stupid world. My life has been devastated. I live a life without anything. No parents, no money, no shelter.

There are too many questions running circles in my head and all of that remains a mystery. Life is really cruel, unfair, and dark.

If only my situation is just a nightmare, I need to wake up so bad right now.

I witnessed lots of uncertainties while growing up, see the bigger picture of the world and I guess I overcame those things—but I know there are still extreme challenges waiting for me in the future and I think I won't gonna like it.

Pero kahit ano man ang mangyari sa akin sa hinaharap alam kong makakaya ko iyon, especially I have a friend, who is helping me in anything.

I may not have a family or distant relatives by my side, but I guess I am still lucky to have a friend who never leaves me on my journey in this uncertain world.

Kahit ganito ang agos ng aking buhay, napag-aral ko naman ang aking sarili and look at me now, I am already in my first year college, taking up Psychology major together with my friend.

Konting tiis na lang makakaraos din ako. Not now, but soon. 

Naputol ang aking pag iisip tungkol sa aking buhay ng marinig ko ang usapan ng mga kaklase ko sa likuran. 

“Did you already hear the news?” 

“What news?” 

“The sculpture of Medusa's head has been stolen!”

Napalingon ako sa narinig ko sa aking mga kaklase. Napakunot ang noo ko dahil sa balitang iyon.

How come na ninakaw ang sculpture ni Medusa sa museum dito sa school namin, e bantay sarado 'yon lalo na't dalawang guard ang nagbabatay sa museum kaya imposibleng manakaw ang sculpture.

“Jay! Omg, you're not gonna believe what I heard! Yung—”

“Yeah, I already know. The sculpture of Medusa's head has been stolen.” putol ko sa kaibigan kong si Clever na kakapasok lang ng room.

Dali-dali siyang umupo sa tabi ko at nagsimula nang magkuwento. 

“Yes, at kahapon lang daw ninakaw! Eh, nandoon pa yun nung pumunta tayo kahapon, ah? At eto pa, sira daw ang CCTV ng school kaya hindi alam ng awtoridad kung sino ang nagnakaw. Jusko, sino naman kaya ang baliw ang nagnakaw nun?” kwento ni Clever. 

“'Yan rin ang tanong ko. Who would dare to steal that sculpture? I heard that sculpture is worth a million. I guess that's the purpose bakit ninakaw yun.” I replied.

Ilang minuto kaming natamihik habang iniisip ang nangyari nang ilang sandali biglang pumasok ang prof namin at binalitaan din kami sa nangyari at nag proceed din sa pagtuturo.

My mind was filled with lots of mystery about the incident. Hindi ako naka pag focus hanggang sa nag end na ang klase. Pagkatapos ko'ng inayos ang mga gamit ko, tinawag ako ng kaibigan ko.