Perci Jackson-Wayne niece to the Avengers

Prologue of sorts

Freewill. Some have called it the greatest gift bestowed on humanity. It is our ability to control what happens to us and exactly how it happens. We are the masters of our fate and no one can force their will on us unless we allow it.

Others say freewill is a crap myth. We have a preordained destiny and no matter what we do or how hard we fight it, life will happen to us exactly as it's meant to happen. We are only pawns to a higher power that our meager human brains can't even begin to understand or comprehend.

My name is Perci Jackson-Wayne. I have sea green eyes, Raven hair and aam pale from the gotham sun. I never knew my birth father the only thing i have from him is an antique pen that he has forbidden me to uncap unless absoultly necassary. My mother died in a car crash on the way to see the Flying Grayson's when i was six.

I didn't ask to be a half-blood. No one ever does. 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. 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 Priscilla Jackson-Wayne and this is how my life was supposed to be.

OK i'm sorry. this was originally chapter one but i decided to make chapter one a character sketch. The prologue is a mixture of my own creation, Percy Jackson and the chronicles of nick.

Ember out