Ethan Nakamura here, son of Nemesis. You may know me as that kid with the eye patch, the traitor, or, though I doubt it, maybe even a hero.
If you haven't heard of me, well, you're about to. If you think of me as a traitor maybe after reading this you'll see things the way I did, maybe you'll understand why I made the choices I did and why I thought my choices were changing things for the better.
It's hard to explain, but I'll do my best, and I only hope you understand things a bit better once you're done reading this letter.
Ever since the beginning, the minor gods have been looked down on. Gods like Hebe, Morpheus, Iris, and countless others have neither a cabin or shrine at Camp Half-Blood, or even thrones on Olympus. My mother, Nemesis, was among them.
I fought alongside Luke Castellan, the son of Hermes, Kronos, the Titan lord of time, and many other Titans, demigods, and even some minor gods, who joined Kronos's side, so that the minor gods would have more of the honor and respect that they deserved, and so that the children of those gods and goddesses would have a better home then the a sleeping bag in the floor of the Hermes cabin. So they wouldn't feel like an outcast, like I did, at a place that was supposed to be a good, safe home.
Finally, I couldn't take it at Camp Half-Blood anymore. I was tired of feeling like an outcast, sick of being stuck on the floor of the Hermes cabin, even though I had been claimed. And I was fed up with being overlooked and not making a difference. After three years of putting up with all of it, I left. I never went back to Camp Half-Blood.
I met my mother for the first time a few months after leaving camp. She took my left eye in return for her blessing that I would in the end, somehow, bring balance to our messed up world. Yes, my own mother took my eye as payment. That's how the eye patch enters my story. She's the goddess of balance and revenge, she isn't the the type of mom who would bake you cookies if you had a bad day. An eye for an eye, that's one of her favorite sayings, and she takes it both figuratively and literally.
I joined Kronos's army that next summer as the last demigod they needed to fully bring Kronos back so we could begin a new, better world. Luke Castellan, one of the few people at camp who had at least tolerated me, told me of their plan. I was so sure that this was my chance to restore balance. How could it not be? It all seemed to fit perfectly. My mother had promised me that I would bring balance and now here was my opportunity. Luke kept saying that Kronos had promised greatness for all the minor gods, along the demigods who assisted him in his return. This was the perfect chance to regain the lost balance, to bring back their rightfully deserved honor... or so I thought. I realized the mistake I had made, but at that point, it was far too late. Kronos wasn't interested in anything but destroying the gods and everything that symbolised them. Demigods, western civilization, everything. I realized this all too late and turned against Kronos even later. I died at the end of the Titan war, falling off of Olympus after a shard of my own blade rebounded off of the Titan lord and pieced through my armor when I tried to help Percy Jackson defeat him.
I know I can't expect you to forgive me, I know I made horrible mistakes, but at least now you know the truth. I realized the reality of Kronos's plan too late, and, as a result, me and countless other demigods all lost out lives. All I can hope is that there's now balance, that all the demigods have an actual home at Camp Half-Blood no matter who their godly parent is; and that our sacrifices, however small, were not in vain.
Maybe you can help make that happen, fellow demigod. Good luck.
- Ethan
