Theft of the Sky

Deader than Dodds

Look. I lived by a code, a pretty lax one when you first look at it, but a code nonetheless.

But being a half-blood? It brought along a lot of complications.

I'm going to warn you now. If you feel something, anything, like a burning feeling in your stomach, close this thrice-damned thing and hope to whatever religion you're in to never hear something like it again. If nothing happens to you and you're somehow amused by what I'm telling you then you do you I guess. Good for you.

If you are a half-blood, demi-blood, even just a quarter-blood, I'm telling you; it isn't easy. You get the whole single parent (you shits are lucky if you have at least a step-parent stepping in - that is, of course, if they aren't an asshole), ADHD, dyslexia, and weird events all in one package. Namely, you. Not only that, but later on you're most likely going to have to fight. Now, for my family, that's practically normal, excluding the whole 'mythology is actually a thing' deal. It might just look like one more thing to add to the growing list of experimental set-ups my mom's crazy scientist friends tend to grow during their stays at New York, which is, fortunately, not that often.

Now that I think about it, its probably going to attract more weirdos under my mom's care, as if she didn't have enough already.

What weirdos, you might ask.

The kind of people that constantly surround my mother and her saint-like patience. I'm surprised we haven't destroyed an actual city yet with how destructive they get. They're all violent, trigger-happy assholes.

Don't tell mom I called them that. She might kill me instead.

In any case, going back to what I wanted to say earlier; you're going to fight, sooner or later. Your parent would probably hope later, as any concerned parent would, but its best to be prepared. The best way to do that is to find a place willing to teach you. Preferably Half-Blood hill. They've got the right specifics for you. 

That camp isn't exactly subtle, but they have magic barrier that keeps the no-nos away. Assume that's all you need.

If, for whatever reason, you ever decide to ignore my warning, well, buddy pal homie amigo friend, you're definitely screwed. Especially so when they come after you. Which is exactly what happened when I decided to be stupid— and this was during a field trip of all things.

My name? Percy Jackson. This is about me (egotistical, I know) figuring out that the universe was a humongous d-bag who liked to throw people like me into situations I didn't ask to be inserted to in the first place. Like mother, like son, Reborn would say. Jerk.

Like I said, it started on a field trip. And me. I was what you could call a...challenged kid. The term most people would use would be 'troubled', but since when have I ever conformed to society's standards? Point is, I'm struggling. See, I was decent with a lot of things. Mom's tutors and friends all made sure I was. The thing is, I have a lot of trouble trying to keep up. In school, I have to read and write. Constantly. With my dyslexia, something so simple could turn out to be an utter pain in the butt.

There's also the fact that, wherever I go, no matter how much I try to make myself turn into the wall, chaos follows me. Like last year, when my mom decided to take me and our family on a trip to the Philippines. Let's just say, when someone assumes the accidental landslide near the Underground River in Palawan was because of uncle Hayato, they thought wrong. That was me playing with a ball.

Yes. It is that bad.

Anyway, this always happened a lot whenever I took any sort of trip. I've had to switch schools a lot because of it. But not this time. This year, I was determined to behave as best as I could. You could say I was desperate enough, because one more I'm-not-mad-just-disappointed look from my mom, a training session by sadistic Skylark-kun, and a month of frustration with Reborn was all I needed to want to shape up.