Half-Blood Rebels

Chapter One

Hello, I am Sophia Jackson, daughter of Apollo and I am a demigod. That word, demigod, stirs a lot of different emotions. I'm told on this side of reality it brings feelings of wonder and respect. But where I come from, it stirs up feelings of anger and resentment. Or at least it did. This is the story of how we changed all of that.

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I suppose I should start at the beginning of the story, over a century ago at the end of World War Two. It was no secret that some of the evil men of the great war were demigods and the Allies decided that something needed to be done about any new demigods  in the future. They knew they couldn't put any restrictions on the gods themselves because they would never listen. They came to the conclusion that they should instead punish all demigods to come. Heavy rules and restrictions were placed upon us then, we were forced into slavery. Sometimes, there were large killing operations so large it would make the Holocaust look like a joke.

But the rebellion didn't start there, no, we were still hopeful that the humans' moral compass would righten out and they would see the errors of their ways. That never happened. Fast forward to just a few years before I was born, a demigod called Luna Rivera, the daughter of Rhiannon gathered a small group of demigods and hatched a plan, a plan for our freedom. How does all of this apply to me? Well, I joined the rebellion when I was seventeen, a whole twenty-three years after it began. 

My two friends, Edward Ibrahim and Calina Morozova joined me happily. Edward, the son of Horus was a native Egyptian and was very proud to be. With his dark, wavy hair, olive complexion, and brown eyes, you would think that there was anything special about his blood. Calina, the daughter of Loki, on the other hand, was clearly different. Her Russian accent seemed to be tinged just slightly with something else. Between her flaming red hair, amber eyes, and permanently pale skin tone, there was just something otherworldly about her. My friends would always say that it was clear as day that I was the daughter of Apollo. They said that my hair was just slightly too blonde, my blue eyes, just a little too blue. I never really understood why they would say that, that was until it cost us dearly. 

Sophia's side note:
Calina would always sing the song We Three Kings but she would always get interrupted before she could finish the song, at least, always until one fateful day.

I remember very clearly the day we joined the insurgence. Calina, Edward, and I all sat huddled in the shadows, waiting for the plane that would take us to the island hideout. Edward had a dagger in hand, prepared to protect us all. Suddenly, from behind the holly bushes of the small forest, we heard the everclear sound of an airplane flying overhead. It circled a few times before it landed near us. We crept out of the the shadows and approached the plane. The pilot appeared from out of the cockpit and watched us walk up to the plane. 

"Ignem ardentem," they said assertively.

"Libertate et luce," we finished in unison.

The code all demigods knew. It was latin for "light the fire of freedom and let it burn." The pilot nodded and stepped aside to let us board the small plane. As I studied the framing and structure of the small plane, it became apparent that it was stolen from a military base somewhere. It was mostly empty except for a few seats right in the middle. On the side wall closer to the back was a set of cabinets, most likely for storing ammo. Across from that was a hatch in the floor. Along the ceiling were hooks and a thin wire. Paratroopers jumped from this plane once upon a time. 

I watched as Calina carefully opened one of the drawers in the back and pulled out a small handgun. She turned it over in her hands a few times before murmuring something to herself in Russian. She slipped in back into the drawer and joined Edward and I at the front of the plane. She had a troubled expression.