You better not tell a soul about me or I will slit your throat in your sleep with my dagger. And that's a promise.
"Bianca." My voice was barely audible. Crystal tears slid down my cheeks. Part of me wanted to refuse that Bianca was dead, my hardworking, beautiful Bianca. But I was sure she was dead. I could sense it. I can't exactly explain how I could actually sense that a person died. But I'm sure of it. I know what you're thinking. This girl is nuts. How can she sense that someone died? She is off her rocker. Take her to the asylum, NOW! But I assure you. I am not off my rocker. I really can do what I say I can do. So I suggest you shut your trap and listen to me. I'm going to tell you my past.
It all started in that hotel. I don't remember the details, after all, I did bathe in the River Lethe. But after years of searching for the truth, I finally knew how this all began. I was about 7 years old when it happened. Zeus struck the hotel with his lightning, trying to kill my siblings and I. My father, Hades, managed to protect Bianca, Nico, and I. But my mother, Maria di Angelo, wasn't so lucky.
THAT STUPID AIR-HEADED GOD KILLED MY MOTHER. MY MOM. MARIA DI ANGELO, THE WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH TO ME. THE WOMAN WHO LOVED ME.
Nico was only 3, Bianca 5. It wasn't fair to them. So anyways, the Fury Alecto(Disguised as a lawyer)brought my siblings and I to the Lotus Hotel and Casino. We stayed there for about a month. Oh wait, not one month, oops. I was off by a smidgen. I meant 70 years. My bad. After that "One Month" passed, a different "lawyer" came and took us out.
My father instructed the lawyer to have Nico, Bianca, and I bathe in the River Lethe to wipe our memories clean. Before my younger brother and sister and I were placed in the Lotus Hotel and Casino, we lived in Washington D.C for a while. I took care of them on my own. I loved both of them so much, they were my only family left.
But after bathing in the River Lethe, we were brought to a military school in Maine, paid by my awesome dad. But you know what? It turns out dad only released us from the Lotus hotel because he wanted one of us to be the child in the prophecy, not the "idiot" son of Poseidon, some guy named Percy Jackson. I feel so honored. So that's my past. Yipee. Oh, did I forget to mention I'm the daughter of Hades? As in, daughter of the Lord of the Underworld?
Got it? 'Kay.
Now let's talk about that Military School I attended for a short while in Maine. Just to sum things up a bit, it was HORRIBLE. They treated us like delinquents. I mean, most of the kids sort of were, but was it necessary for a weapon check every time you stepped into a room?! Real annoying, I tell you.
Oh! I got off topic. Okay so I knew something wasn't right. I don't know how exactly. But I just knew. I was sure that I had to go and find answers. When Bianca was 10, Nico was 8, and I was 12, I decided to make my move. I told my siblings my plan. Naturally, they begged me to take them with me. I wanted to, believe me, my heart yearned to take the kiddies with me. But I didn't want them in danger and running after the cops like I would be doing. So I refused. After my last hug and peck on the heads, I walked out of the room, my eyes brimmed with tears. That was the last time I ever saw Bianca. How depressing.
You're now probably thinking, how the heck did this mad girl escape? The answer was simple. I merely slipped into a bathroom stall in the lady's restroom, opened a fissure in the ground that led to the Underworld, and jumped through the dark abyss.
Okay, I'm pretty good at reading people. And if you were standing right in front of me I would imagine you would be gawking like me as if I were a hydra. You'd probably be thinking something along the lines of, OHMYGAWD SHE'S INSANE. I assure you, other then I could have broken several bones and other important parts of my body, it was totally safe.
