STAINED GLASS - P. Jackson¹

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"She was made of magic,
only I could see"

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in which three new demigods embark on unforgettable adventure

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Prologue 》

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Bridget Lunette Cory was a name that was known across the head teachers offices of America.

She wasn't too sure when the world decided to punish her for their choice of a lackluster syllabus. But it was evident from a young age that a life of pop quizzes and hall passes was not suited to her relentlessly whirring mind. A fact that the school system couldn't seem to get their head around.

Bridget had always been bright. Straight A's were second nature to her, not because of some inate gift but because school was easy. Too easy for someone like her, someone crammed in a mundane environment with a mind that screamed to be satiated. When all this started her old head-mistress Mrs Farley, had seemed thrilled and had moved her up a grade. She made this whole speech about Bridget conducting herself as a mature young woman, she had only been eleven at the time. Bridget and her father sat in the head-mistress' office for several afternoons filling out paper work and undergoing assessments, until the next semester, she was sat in the grade above with no friends, no outlet and way too much pressure.

Something that for Bridget, proved to be a rather destructive combination.

She found that even doing advanced school work was not enough to keep her mind occupied. So she started skipping classes. No harm done, right? She only spent them at the local library anyway. Wrong. Turns out people actually notice when children go missing.

And that was the first time she got expelled.

It all seemed to snowball from there really. This was her third school now, and she was fourteen. She had only been there three months before shit got weird.

It had been made quite clear that Westover Hall was Bridget's last chance. Her parents didn't have the money or time to keep juggling her around the school district. Suprisingly though, they weren't mad at her, if anything it was as if they expected these shenanigans. A fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by Bridget.

James and Abigail Cory were saints, to put it lightly. They had only sat and listened when Bridget broke down one night and told them that the only thing school did was put her brain to sleep and that she spent most of her time daydreaming about weird creatures that didn't even exist. They never made her feel crazy, never made her feel bad, they just kissed her head and told her things would be better in the morning.

But that being said. Bridget was also a teenage girl who spent every day being frustrated. So when her parents revealed that 'better' was a military school, it was safe to say they parted on unsavoury terms.

How was she supposed to know it was destiny?

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{all credit goes to Rick Riordan, I only own Bridget, Clementine and Tristan and their stories. Enjoy babies xoxo}