Dear diary,
My name is Irene Kolath. I shouldn't exist. Let me explain - years ago, during World War 2, my dad made a pact with his brother not to have any more kids. By now you've probably works out that my dad is one of three gods, right? Zeus, Hades or Poseidon. Well, it's Poseidon, not that he cares. That's not why I do what I do, though.
You see, my mom died when I was too young to remember her. I don't know how, or why, and frankly I don't care. She's just a woman to me. I don't have one of those cliche 'I was a bullied orphan so I wanted revenge' backstories, if you're wondering. I actually had a pretty normal life. And then I found out about my dad. And then I found out about what Luke was trying to do. Of course, I knew that it wouldn't work - he was way too obvious about it - but Phoebe (who's basically adopted me as her little sister) faked her death during the Titan War and since then has been running a years-long plan to overthrow the gods.
Remember when the emperors did all that crazy stuff? Yeah, that was because of her. Come on, you can't seriously believe they were smart enough to come back on their own, can you? They couldn't even beat a mortal and his trash girl. Phoebe's really cool. She's a daughter of Apollo and she can charmspeak because why not, I guess. Anyway, her mortal dad was famous or something so she has loads of money. Like, she can buy multiple houses without being worried about going broke, kinda money.
Gotta go, she's calling me. I'll write more later or tomorrow, depending on when I get time.
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Riptide
FanfictionIrene Kolath is more dangerous than she appears. Okay, so technically she's more like a rip current than a rip tide, but Riptide sounds cooler. Yes, I'm starting another story when I should be working on my main one. All characters belong to Rick R...
