Percy Jackson (Heroes of Olympus) - One shots.

Diary of Lee Fletcher

Disclaimer: All rights goes to Rick Riordan.

So in the Demigod Diaries, there was a section about The diary of Luke Castellan. But we all know Luke... At least much better than we know Lee Fletcher. We only knew him in the Battle of the Labyrinth, and he died in the book too. I guess it'd be interesting looking at someone else? Some of the information are false about Lee. We never did know the eye colour, height, or even age of Lee.

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Lee Fletcher, someone not so famous in Camp Half-Blood. Deceased in the 'Battle of the Labyrinth'. Michael Yew gave this diary to me. I guess it'd be a start to know someone not so famous in Camp Half-Blood.

-Althea Chase. Yes, I collect diaries from dead people.

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Diary of Lee Fletcher 

Name: Lee  

Gender: Male  

Family: gods- Apollo  

mother: Kleio Fletcher (Kleio: a Greek goddess of heroic poetry)  

Eye colour: Like my dad and mum, blue  

Hair colour: Blonde (sun-kissed hair, like dad)  

Height: Currently, 5'6 

Age as of 2007: 14 (a year younger than Percy)

Entry One, November 2, 2007

I promised dad I'd write in this diary. Why? I don't know. He just told me to do it. So okay, I'll write in it...

I'm Lee Fletcher. I'm a Greek demigod, son of Apollo. I'm the counsellor of my cabin - Cabin 7. When I first entered camp, many thought my name was Fletcher. What a laugh I had that day. No, my name is Lee. My sir-name is Fletcher, which is part of the arrow making process; specifically, attaching the arrow to the arrow shaft.

And what a coincidence! My dad is Apollo. God of archery, music, poetry, and he can see the future too. Like my dad, I'm good at archery. Bulls eye all the time! Music's my niche too. I heal people by singing a song to my dad in Ancient Greek. Pretty cool, huh. Poetry and future? Hm, not really. But I guess we can't be good at everything, right?

-LEE. 10PM

Entry Two, November 10, 2007

So I obviously haven't been writing much in my diary lately. Who cares... Michael Yew, my second-in-command would probably think I'm a girl or an alien who writes in diaries. Either ways, dad came into my dream yesterday, and told me to 'record my time before I knew I was a demigod'. So fine. I'd be describing to you how unstable my life was.

I was born on 27 February in California. I was raised by a single parent, like most demigods, and I spent most of my time in a nursery, being taken care of by my teacher. Being ADHD and dyslexic, I hated school and I often played truant.

My mum had a hard life. She was balancing working in a diner, and singing in another place a few miles from home. She made some money, and we'd use it only for necessities. I didn't even get any presents. Either ways, when I was about eleven, I heard people talking in harsh voices downstairs. You know, like most demigods, we're very curious, so just like that, I decided to go down and listen to the conversation between the two adults.

I immediately recognised one voice. It was my mum. But what was she doing talking to a man? Mum never really talked to any of our neighbours.

"He can't..." Mum stammered.