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Dear Reader,
My name is Selene Terpsichore Helios and I attend the Royal Academy for Godly Education or as me and my fellow students call it, RAGE. If you're a mortal then I'm not allowed to suggest that Gods exist. It is highly warned against as it often causes religious disagreements and worldwide panic. My mortal carer made the same mistake around 20 years ago and well, lets just say it didn't end well for anyone. She got sectioned and is currently under 24/7 watch in a mental facility. Anyway, back to my point. I don't think I should say anymore, it's not safe...
Damn! I'm terrible at keeping secrets. I'll tell you then. You don't care? Fine. Leave this alone then. Don't read it. Do what you want!
If you do believe me then feel free to carry on reading. But for your benefit, I suggest that once you have read this, you forget what you have read. I'm afraid knowledge is dangerous for people like you. Oh and don't blame me if you end up in a mental facility. I warned you.
Before I begin my tale you must swear an oath on the river Styx.
Repeat the following: I do solemnly swear to keep my knowledge a secret from the world. I will not tell a soul and if I do, I accept that I will be sent into the deepest pit of Tarturus where Cronos still lies.
So that's it.
I hope for your sake that you can keep a secret.
Take care,
♥Selene ♥
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It was 6.30, my internal clock told me. I got up, put on a pair of joggers and a tank top. I then went for my daily 6 mile run. I have enjoyed running since the age of 10. The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and the pounding of my heart as I run has become an addiction. The adrenaline of it helps me clear my mind ready to start the new day ahead.
I was 3 miles into my run when I decided to stop by the coast as I was thirsty for a drink. With a quick flick of my wrist the ocean began filtering salt and other debris out before slowly snaking towards me. I used to love being descendants of the gods. It was fun not having to go to a shop to buy a bottle of water. That soon changed.
I had gulped down around a litre of water when I noticed someone gawping at me. It was a small boy with curls of ginger hair bouncing off his head. He wasn't wearing a uniform so I let go of my hold on the water and turned to face the boy.
"Are you lost?" I asked him. No mortals were allowed here and I didn't recognize him.
"I, uh, go to school here. I've just started here." No wonder I didn't recognize him, he was one of the new kids. "How did you do that?" His eyes sparkled in wonder.
"It's just something you pick up here. I'm Selene, head girl, daughter of Cronos and Persephone. What about you?" His mouth made a gigantic O and I arched my brow. "It's rude to stare, you know." He shook his head violently and mumbled his apologies.
"Sorry. Isander. T-that's my n-name. C-Call me Izz." His stuttering was adorable. I smiled reassuringly. "I don't know who my, err, parents are yet."
When conceived, children of gods are sent away to be brought up by nymphs. The children are then observed until they show signs of developing powers and when this happens, the child is sent to be trained. I, of course, was an acception to that rule, and was brought up as a human until I was discovered by Pan on my daily run. I was 12 when he discovered me as back then, I lived in the mountains and had never seen anyone other than my carer. So it was a surprise when a strange man with the hindquarter of a goat approached me.
